The Devil's Game (On Hold)

We Meet Again... Sorta

Charde's & Chantel's mom, Gina, was cleaning up around the house. She was listening to her favorite gospel station on the radio when the door slammed open & shut, hearing her two daughters yelling at each other.

Gina: *to herself* Oh God. Here we go again.

Chantel: You're so overprotective!

Charde: I'm trying to help you!

Chantel: I don't need your damn help!

Gina: *yells at them* Hey! You two come in here!

The girls walked inside the living room, wondering what their mom wanted.

Chantel: *acts innocent* Hey Mama. How was your day? *smiles*

Gina: Don't pull that "I'm so innocent" act on me, Chantel. What have told you about cursing in my house?

Chantel: But Mama, Charde-

Gina: Don't change the subject. Why are you cursing at your sister?

Chantel: She-

Charde: Mama, that guy, Ray, you know, from that gang The Westside Boys- he was trying to get with Chantel!

Gina: Chantel Nicole Payton! I know DAMN good & well you're not trying to date some GANG MEMBER!

Chantel: I didn't even get to hold a decent conversation with the guy! Miss Overprotective right here cut me off!

Gina: It's a good thing she did. I don't want you around him.

Chantel: UGH! I swear I can't do anything I WANT! Charde-

Charde: Don't bring me into this! I'm an adult in the eyes of the law now. I KNOW right from wrong, unlike YOU. Chantel: I don't even CARE anymore! *runs upstairs to her room*

Gina: Chantel! *hears her slam the room door*

Charde: I was only doing the right thing, Mama.

Gina: *turns to her older daughter* I understand, baby. I wish your sister just knew the same.

Chantel was in her room, angry at the situation that occurred just a few minutes before. She kept pacing her room floor, wondering how to deal with it all.

Chantel: They're always trying to control my life. I'm fucking 16 years old! I ain't a baby anymore; I'm a young adult. I can make my own decisions. *sits on the bed* If they don't like Ray, fuck them. I WANT HIM. I don't care WHAT they have to say.

Her phone starts blaring "Blast Off" by Jacob Latimore & Diggy from her back pocket. She looks at the caller ID.

[Incoming Call- Ayoo' ItsMystic]

Chantel: *answers* What's popping, my dawg?

Mystic: So my cousin told me about this party at Club Esquire tonight? You down?

Chantel: Hell yeah! I need to get out of this house full of negativity.

Mystic: How are you getting out of the house? It's a school night.

Chantel: Climb down the ladder from my window. My room door's locked, so I ain't gotta worry about my mom or Charde coming in. How are YOU getting out?

Mystic: My parents ain't even home. Easy sneak out.

Chantel: Aight, aight. We'll meet at the corner in two hours. It's only 5:00 now.

Mystic: Cool. See you soon, & look good, girl. We might find some guys tonight.

Chantel: *laughs* Okay, bye. *hangs up & walks to her closet* What to wear?

Two hours later, Chantel was getting ready to sneak out the house. She wore her favorite short cheetah print dress that had long sleeves. The dress hugged every curve she possessed.

Chantel: *looking in the mirror* Damn. Mama & Daddy did a great job creating me.

She was putting her black heels inside her purse when someone knocked at the door.

Gina: Chantel, open the door.

Chantel: Just a minute! *puts her bedroom robe on & opens the door* Yes?

Gina: Are you hungry? I made your favorite- macaroni with extra cheese, barbecued chicken, red rice, & collard greens.

Chantel: *lies* No. I'm not that hungry. I'm gonna call it an early night.

Gina: Are you sick? This ain't like you to turn down your favorite meal.

Chantel: No ma'am.

Gina: Are you still mad about the whole Ray situation?

Chantel: Not anymore. I understand that y'all were right. I've gotten over it.

Gina: Alright. If you decide to eat, I'll have a plate for you in the microwave.

Chantel: Okay. Thanks, Mama. *closes the door & locks it again* Played that off like a boss.

She turns off her room light & climbs down the ladder. She heads to the corner to meet up with Mystic. Ray was walking around the block, thinking about Chantel.

Ray: That girl was so perfect. She was a tease, & I love a tease. I need to see her again.

As fate would have it, he sees Chantel walking across the street. Ray takes in every feature of her- her voluptuous breasts, flat stomach, thick thighs, & a firm, high, apple shaped ass. The way her black, silky, straight, long hair flowed behind her made him wonder if a girl like her would even get with a bad guy like him. He could tell she was confident because of her powerful walk. The heels she had on made her legs looked elongated & enchanting. In result, she was breathtaking.

Ray: *catches up with her* Hey, remember me?

Chantel: Yeah. You're Ray.

Ray: You know, I never caught your name earlier.

Chantel: I'm Chantel.

Ray: Chantel....... it fits you. So where are you going?

Chantel: To a party at Club Esquire with a friend. I'm just waiting for her.

Ray: That's wassup. How old are you, Chantel?

Chantel: 16.

Ray: Word? I thought you were my age.

Chantel: How old are you?

Ray: 19.

Chantel: Everyone thinks I'm older than I really am.

Ray: So, you wanna be my girl or what?

Chantel: Um-

Ray: Before you swerve me, let me say this. I'll always treat you right, buy you whatever your pretty little heart desires, & I'll give you..... "special attention".

Chantel: Special attention?

Ray: Mhm.......

Chantel: But I'm a virgin.

Ray: C'mon, baby. Just say yes......

She feels Ray placing soft kisses on her lips, smearing away some of her lip gloss. He slips her some tongue, & she creates a moan of approval.

Chantel: Of course I'll be your girl. Ray: That's what I wanna hear........