Cross My Heart (on hold)

Second Chances

Kevin POV:

After that whole Walmart scene with Melissa, my mind been gone. I still couldn't wrap my mind around what happened. I took my shirt off, threw myself down on the couch and picked up the remote to my TV. 'Maybe that'll get my mind right.' I thought.

I was sitting down watching TV when my homie 'Lamar' walked in. Me and him been cool since we were diaper thugs. Lamar is the brother I never had and I always got his back. He's staying with me for a minute until he get back on his feet.

"Man, put a shirt on nigga." Lamar said as he walked in the living room rubbing his eyes. I guess he just woke up. "Man shut up and go scrape the yella' off ya teeth. You just wakin up and it's 4:00 !" "I got a reason nigga." He said coming through the living room, giving me dap and then walking to the kitchen. "I ain't get in till like...6 and when I did get in the house I was worn out ! A threesome is tiring yo." Lamar said from the kitchen. "Nigga shut up. You ain't gettin no pussy." I laughed. "More than you !" He said pointing to me from the kitchen. "Shit, You the bartender so how the fuck you not gettin none." He asked. He was right. If there was ever a male bartender who wasn't fucking something every night it's me. "Fuck you. I don't go for all that stank shit that you get." "Oh, you used to all that high class pussy ? Tell you what. It ain't none ! Pussy is pussy !" Lamar said.

I completely disagreed with him on that. All pussy ain't the same pussy! You got back up pussy, ratchet pussy, baby momma pussy, desperate pussy...and then there's the best, my favorite, high class pussy! I'm not the average nigga who barks at everything he sees. I like women. REAL women. Yeah I've dipped in a couple girls just for the fun of it but usually I don't look for one night stands. I look for women I can wife. I'm 25 years old and I ain't gone be no old nigga still single all up in the club looking for love. Fuck no!

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After Lamar talked about his threesome, which I could give a damn about at the time, I couldn't help but think about Melissa. She was everything a nigga could ask for as far as I could see. I ain't even get to know shorty yet and I want her. But she got a kid and I just can't get with that. But I can't just walk away like that either. 'Shit....I need to talk to her.' I thought to myself. Then a lightbulb went off in my head. I still had her number ! I still had it from when she put it in my phone at the store !

I got my phone out and scrolled through the contacts until I found her name and then I sent her a text....I hope she does this.

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Melissa POV:

I was driving around with my phone plugged into my car radio, bumping Kendrick Lamar when I got a text that interrupted my song. I dismissed the text and went back to listening to my baby Kendrick. I will not be texting and driving. I see to many sappy commercials about not texting and driving and I won't be on any of them. Besides, texting would've interrupted my song even more and I was in my zone.

"Fuck yo ethnicity, nigga !" I said along with the song I was blasting in my car. I love Kendrick Lamar ! I was on my way back to my house after I had went out to the store to get something to cook for myself. After about 10 more minutes of bumping k.dot in my car I was in my driveway, parking my car. I unplugged my phone from the car got out my groceries and then headed inside. I put my things down in the kitchen on the counter and then jumped up on the counter to sit. I took out my phone and remembered I had a text. It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it and then started to read it. 'Hey Melissa, this is Kevin... ' "ahh hell, what is this about..." I said to myself before I even finished the text. 'I know u think I'm a jackass now buh I'm still tryna get to know u. meet me somewhere ?'