The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland

The walk to her car after Elijah had left was tense to say the least.

Both Kisses and Lucky noticed her shift in energy.

The two women looked over to make eye contact with each other, asking the silent question before looking back to Syara, simultaneously.

"You okay, 'manita?" Lucky asked first, already over their spat in the bathroom.

Syara's head popped up quick. Too quick to nod her head. "Mhm. I'm straight."

"You sure, Yaya?" Kisses pressed a little bit, "You look a little out of it, sista."

Syara forced a smile for them both. "I'm coo', just nervous." She played down. "You know how I get about people and shit." She waved it off.

Lucky squinted for a second, bending to open the backseat door of Syara's Honda.

Syara rounded the car to get in on the drivers side, plopping down in her already adjusted seat and getting comfortable.

Kisses eyed her skeptically as well, taking the time to assess her demeanor before just deciding to refocus.

She genuinely wanted to have a good night. It wasn't often that she got to actually have fun in the club without working.

It was 90s R'n'B, throwback night, and Kisses was itching for a night out.

Syara was trying not to worry about it and ruin Kisses' and Lucky's night out, but she couldn't get him out of her head.

She wanted nothing more than to call and ask if they were okay. It wasn't that serious, but she was starting to feel guilty.

He'd called her 4 times throughout that day and she hadn't answered once. He even sent a text.

She couldn't say ignoring him wasn't intentional, it was. At first. But, then, she just forgot to turn her DND off. She forgot she even had it on since she wasn't used to getting many calls at all.

She and Riya called like once a week, she and Kisses saw each other almost everyday, so there was no need to call, she and Lucky called each other at random, with calls spacing from sometimes 2-3 weeks, the rest of the homies just texted her, but it was rare that they needed to call her.

Syara wasn't getting calls everyday at all.

Until she started whatever she had going on with Elijah.

Syara had spaced again, driving on autopilot while she thought. Both Kisses and Lucky took notice of this, looking at each other again.

Kisses connected her phone to the aux, hoping that some music would help to lighten the atmosphere of the nearly silent car.

Moments later, Syara was pulled out of her thoughts by the blasting of Trina's The Baddest Bitch through her speakers.

She looked to the radio where the aux was plugged and followed the cord to Kisses' phone that was in the seat while standing barefoot in the car with the top half of her body hanging out of the window.

"I know that's muthafuckin' right!" Lucky was out of her seatbelt in seconds to record and hype Kisses as she danced to the music outside of the car window.

I'm representing for the bitches, all eyes on your riches
No time for the little dicks
You see, the bigger the dick, the bigger the bank, the bigger the Benz
The better the chance to get close to his rich friends
I'm going after the big man, my G-string make his dick stand