My new, stylist, Ja'Kayla, is so stupid. She isn't getting anything right! It's so frustrating! "Not that, Ja'Kayla! Quit being stupid!" I yelled. She walked out the room with the shirt.
What is taking her so long to get a damn shirt?!?! I stormed out there to see what was taking so long but Ja'Kayla was no where in sight. I walked around looking for her. I heard arguing coming from a room. I opened the door to see a really big dude, hitting a, girl? Thats messed up. I pulled him off of her. "Ja'Kayla?" I asked. Ja'Kayla looked at me and cried harder. I beat the shit out of that dude and called security.
"Are you okay?" I asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. She moved from my touch. "Don't touch me." She said, wiping her face. "Are you okay?" I repeated. She laughed slightly. "Like you give a fuck." Ja'Kayla said before walking out the room. Well, now I feel bad.
I walked back to the dressing room to see Ja'Kayla trying to put together my outfit. "You don't have to do that right now." I said. She shook her head. "I do. I have to work. Even if I get treated like shit. I don't have it easy like you." She snapped. I raised my hands in surrender. "Just, tell me what I can do to help." I said. "Nothing, sir. I'm fine." Ja'Kayla said.
"Look, I'm serious. I'm sorry that we got off on the wrong foot. Can we start over?" I asked, touching her arm. "Please, sir, just let me do my work." Ja'Kayla said, beginning to cry. I brought her into a hug. She hugged back and cried on me.
*Two Hours Later*
"I should get back to work now. Thank you." Ja'Kayla said, standing up. We've been in my dressing room just talking and laughing for the past two hours. I'd take her out if I wasn't dating Kylie. Ah, what the hell? You only live once right? And it's not like I'm gonna kiss her or anything.
"Wait, Kayla, you wanna go out tonight?" I asked. Kayla smiles. "That'd be fun." She answered. I smiled. "Can I get your number then?" I asked, holding out my phone. She takes it and saves her number under, "Kayla Taylor". I changed it to, "Kay" I smiled and so, did she. Then she went back to work.
Right as she was about to walk through the door, she turned around. "Oh, but, umm, my daughter would need to come." She said. My eyes widened. "I, uh, it's, never mind, we don't have to go out." Kayla said, probably because she's been standing there for five minutes and I still haven't said anything.
I jumped and grabbed her hand, smiling at her. "Nah, I was just a little shocked. You told me you always wanted to wait until after marriage to have kids." I said. She looked at me. "I, uh, had no choice." She said. After a few minutes, I got what she meant and pulled her into a hug.
"I'm sorry." I said. She giggled. "It's over with now. I got my baby." Kayla said. "What's she look like?" I asked. "If you don't mind me asking." I added quickly. Kayla smiled and pulled out her phone, showing me a picture of her with a little baby. Probably around one. "She's 11 months." Kayla told me. "She looks just like you. She's beautiful." I told Kayla.
Kayla blushed at the comment. "Thanks." She said. "What's her name?" I ask. "Kayleigh Nicole Taylor." Kayla answered. I looked at her with confusion. "That's your last name." I said. Kayla laughed a bit. "Well, like I said, I was forced to have her. The father didn't want her. The boy you just saw beating the shit out of me, that's him. He does that to me all the time." Kayla started. "Just the hitting, not the other stuff. He stopped when I got pregnant with Kayleigh. She had a twin but, Jason, their father, beat me while I was pregnant and she died two months after birth." Kayla went on, holding back tears. "But, she's in a better place now. I'll see here again." Kayla finished, drying her eyes.
I hugged her again. "You've had a messed up life. You're how old? And you've been through all of that." I said. "I just turned 20." Kayla answered. I looked down at her and she looked up at me. I stared in her eyes then felt myself leaning in. To my surprise, she was too. I kissed her and she kissed back. That went on for a good five minutes and then the door opened and we jumped apart. Then Kylie walked in.
"Hey, babe. How's it going?" She said, pecking my lips. I tried not to make a face. I thought I liked her but, it doesn't feel the same as when I kiss Kayla. "It's going great." I said. "Who's she?" Kylie asked, referring to Kayla. She wrapped her arm around my waist but, I moved away. "Kylie, this is my good friend, Kayla. Kayla, this is Kylie." I said. They smiled at each other. I could tell Kylie was faking it. I mean she was faking the kindness.
"Well, I should get going." Kayla said. I hugged her before she walked out. "I'mma call you." I whispered. "Okay." She whispers back. Kayla left and, I did watch her ass. But, Kylie didn't see. I would've been in deep shit if she did.
"I don't like her." Kylie said. I scoffed. "You don't even know her." I said. "She seems like a stuck up no good bitch." Kylie said. "Ay, don't be calling her no bitch. You don't know what she's been through, you can't call her a no good or stuck up." I said. Kylie got more angry. "Why are you standing up for her? Do you like the bitch?" She yelled. I stood up. "Kylie, one, get the fuck out my face. Two, she's my friend. Three, She's not a bitch." I said, clenching my jaw.
Kylie got more in my face. "I don't want you talking to that bitch anymore. Or, it's over." Kylie threatened. "I'm not gon-" I was cut off by Kylie smacking me. I pushed her back a little. "Kylie, don't ever put your hands on me! Get the fuck out of my room!" I yelled. She looked at me in shock. "You've never yelled at me. I don't like it. You're not supposed to yell at your fiancé." Kylie said. "You are not my motha fuckin fiancé! Yo' ass is crazy! It's over!" I yelled. Kylie looked at me in shock.
"Baby, you don't mean that." She said, grabbing my arm. I pulled away. "Kylie, it's over. Leave. Now." I said. She sighed and left and I sat on the couch. I got out my phone and called Kayla. I don't feel bad for calling it off with Kylie.
Kayla- "Hey, Tyga."
Me- "Hey, Kay"
Kayla- "Soo,"
Me- "Can we talk about that kiss?"
Kayla- "I liked it. Is that bad?"
Me- "Nah, I liked it too. I thought you were gonna be pissed at me."
Kayla- "No, I'm not."
Me- "So, I can still take you out?"
Kayla- "Yeah. You better."
Me- *Chuckles* "I will. Are you still bring your daughter?"
Kayla- "Yeah, I have no babysitter."
Me- "Okay, is it cool if my son comes? He's 2. I lost my babysitter. She had something come up at last minute."
Kayla- "That's fine."
Me and Kayla talked on the phone a little while longer before we had to go so we could get ready for our date. I think I'm already falling in love with her.
*One Year Later*
*Kayla POV*
"Hey, baby." I told Tyga as he walked through the door. He smiled and kissed me. "Hey, love." He said. Then our kids came running in. Yes, our kids. "Daddy!" They cheered, hugging Tyga's legs. He picked both of them. King is now three and Kayleigh is turning two tomorrow. We are having her a birthday party. I got some news for Tyga tonight.
"So, how was your day momma?" Tyga asked, sitting on the couch. I smiled. "Well, I got some good news and some bad news." I started. "That you'll find out when the kids aren't around." I added. Tyga groaned. But, the kids ran out the room and he pulled me on his lap. "Now, what the news?" He asked.
"Well, just a random question, how do you feel about having a kid with me?" I asked. He smiled. "That would be awesome." He answered. I smiled and kissed him. "Good, because there's one in here." I said, rubbing my stomach.
Tyga started rubbing my stomach for me. "I'm so glad me and Kylie broke up. It got me here." Tyga said. I smiled and kissed him again. "Wait, what was the bad news?" He asked, pulling back. "Well, when I asked how you felt about having a kid with me, if you would have said you didn't want one, I would have said it was bad news." I answered.
"Well, I'm happy. Our own baby." He said, smiling and continuing rubbing my stomach. I smiled and kissed him. After five minutes, I pulled away. "How long?" Tyga asked. I held up seven fingers. "I'm seven, almost eight weeks." I said. He smiled wider.
Sooooooooooooo, should I do a part two? Or is this good? Let me know if you want me to write one for you.
~Michele
