Beautiful:
"So tell me again why you ain't beat her ass?" Nijah asked, passing the blunt to Fefe.
"Cause that's Luckys heart. She got him sprung, not to mention that he thought she was dead." I explained.
"Oh damn, so when he saw her he probably fell all over again." Sammi said.
"Mannnn, I poured my bitter ass heart out to him and he gone look at me all stupid, saying he can't be with me." I shook my head.
"That's crazy." Fefe said, passing the blunt to me.
"Nah, they ain't seen crazy." I smiled and inhaled the blunt, waiting a minute then blowing all my stress away.
Lucky:
"Baby, you have your own house now?" Malaya smiled hopping out the car as I pulled up.
"Yeah, we do." I laughed, getting out behind her.
She jumped up excited at the front door as I walked behind her and unlocked it.
"Lucky, baby, this is your house?!!!" she repeated looking around.
"Yeah." I shrugged.
"Ohhh my! You never had this all of this before." she said, amazed.
"I ain't no little boy nomore." I laughed closing the door behind us.
"No your not." she smiled turning back to me. "Baby, I been missing out." she said pushing a strand of her new weave in.
She looked so good. Clothes up to date, hair done, makeup and all that. I guess them bitch niggas at least took care of my baby.
"Lucky I missed you." she smiled, kissing me.
"I missed this." I smiled, squeezing her ass.
"And it missed you to baby. I tried my best not to give it up... but they made me." she said, looking down.
I thought back to when I bust in the room. That pussy ass nigga was raping her... but she was on top... and she was moaning. Nah, I shouldn't even think like that, I know she ain't enjoy it. He probably had her trained by now. It has been years.
"It's been a long time Lucky." she smiled. "I know you remember thoughs days when we used to get nasty everywhere. Or when we took eachothers virginitys." she laughed.
"I remember baby." I nodded.
"Am I still your only love?" she asked, walking over to me.
Beautiful popped in my head soon as she said that. I do love Beautiful but her feelings for me wasn't real. She played me. "Yeah." I smiled.
She kissed me softly wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Show me yo bed." she whispered.
Bee:
"Pregnant?" Fefe repeated.
"Pregnant." I said.
"PREGNANT?" Nijah said.
"Pregnant!" I repeated.
"Pregnanttttt?" Sammi repeated.
"YES, BITCH PREGNANT!!!!" I said, now annoyed.
Everyone went silent.
"Are you gonna keep it?" Sammi asked.
"Didn't yo mama keep you?" I asked.
My attitude been bad lately. It's been three weeks since Lucky broke up with me and now all he do is flaunt around with that dirty ass bitch Malaya. I know she playing him. No bitch that's held prisoner look that good. She should have scars or something. But she looked clean as hell. Even her weave was on point.
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Playing The Player
Teen FictionWhen you play a game your used to, you tend to become good at it. Beautiful, the finest girl in Queens, don't give a damn about nobody but herself. She's a player, and enjoys being one. Now she is put to the ultimate challenge when she's pulled into...