As I began to get dressed my phone was ringing... hoping it's not my best friend Shay...her ass talked too much for me .
" heyyyyyy Poooppp , How are you , what you doing, can you do my hair tonight?" she quietly spoke into the phone. I Love my best friend she so sweet when she wanna be but its quiet in her background i wonder what she up too.
"damn bitchhh... can I answer yo first question"
"aha yeah its just that I'm so excited..girllll I got a date today with my boo"
"and who is the 'boo'...damn girl you got a new boo every 2 weeks"
"Nawl he different" she spoke very happy
"yeah I thought the last 5 was different too ahaaa yeah bitch I'll do hair tonight but it'll be around 8... i got a date this afternoon"
" And you talking about me, who is this dude?" she screamed loudly on the phone.
"his name Carlos and I met him at the club last night ... with nick...but like I knew him as a kid"
"bitch what the fuck?"
"he tried talking to me ....nick wasn't around....so you know i went for it" I said sounding guilty.. shit I Wasn't wrong...Nick not my real man I just told yall how I felt.
"well i hope you have fun... and don't give him the cupcake"
"bitch im not you ahahahahahahaha"
"that's...not funny...thot...but have fun and call me once you get home MWAH Love you"
" Byee Boobs" . I love her crazy ass, she been there for me since High school... we met freshman year. We been through hell and back, we double dated, cried together, laughed together, argued, and made up. She stay with a new boo every 2 weeks, but she always find the good ones that stay fresh with big stacks. I mean who wouldn't want her... she has a red, caramel, thick hips, my bitch is fire. I just wish she finds the right one. I'm tired of her getting hurt. She has a lot going for herself, she has 2 businesses that is going incredible she's very independent.
(2:00 pm)
Starting to get dressed
As I began to get dressed, I always stared at myself in the mirror naked. I'm not weird but I just do it because my body looks so damn good. Being Puerto Rican gave me a weird mixture but I'm grateful, I got ASS like a black girl. My hips are wide and perfect, my breasts are a C cup. I have beautiful long hair, caramel skin, and barely wear extensions. After the abortion my stomach went back flat even though it didn't even get really big.
Once I got dressed I looked in the mirror, I looked beautiful, I remember when i was younger I used to be fat and insecure. I used to get talked about and bullied every day... once I got to high school that changed. I started working out and eating healthy , I wasn't about to be known as the lame kid in the year book .
As I parked my car to walk in I got a little nervous, I mean I went on dates a couple of times but something told me.... this date was going to be different.
"Damn.... I told you to dress casual.." Carlos said as I walked up to the chair across from him. He looked so damn good.
" Is that a bad thing?" I replied, giving him a smirk.
"Nawl you look BEAUTIFUL"
"Oh thanks..so you ate here before?"
"Yes I use to come here when I first moved here...would bring my little sister here all the time"
"Aww that's cute"
"So tell what you've been up to. We haven't really chopped it up since grammar school. How you end up here, I've been waiting to run into you...how has life been treating you?"
" Well, a lot has changed since them Mayer days. I have my own business. I am an esthetician. Living, hustling got my ass out of Chicago to be honest. I moved out of my mom's house at 17 because her boyfriend used to hit me...well they both did.... he put her on coke, then I immediately cut them off and started hustling with my brother....and came up from that...."
"Hey, Welcome . How may I help you this evening?" this white country young girl was our waitress...
"I would like the lunch Special '' Carlos told the waiter. I wasn't really that hungry and on your first date you can't eat much.
"um.... I'll like a salad please and a ice tea"
"No problems sweet tea" said the waitress girl
" Ummm....so what about you ?" I asked Carlos, eyeing him, giving him my puppy eyes and smiled. I'm flirtatious sometimes..
" Well I just been traveling and staying out of the way. I'm never on social media that much but when I post I'm always somewhere different. I just been living, getting to the money like you. I left for a while after my mom died and my dad ass still living sad because my mom is gone. It's been 5 years since she died. I try to get him to get out of that funk but he doesn't try to hear it. He's hurt. It's like he lost a part of him. I started hustling and told myself I was gone get me and my little sister out these streets.... I was 14 taking care of her all by myself... then once I hit 19 I decided I needed to get out of Chicago... it was too much going on.. so I moved here..atlanta"
"Wow... I'm sorry to hear all of that...you're very strong and nice ...so where is your sister now if you don't mind me asking?" I didn't want to get too deep into his life but it was interesting.
"She dances now at the strip up ...." shaking his head " I can't control her anymore...she's grown so yeah".
Me and Carlos sat at the dinner table all night... I looked at my phone and realized I missed 13 missed calls, 9 from Nick, 4 from Shay. it was also 9 o clock, we talked each other ears off, we talked like we knew each other for years. Carlos's phone CONSTANTLY went off, he had it on vibrate but I still heard it.
"Well Um, I don't want to keep you waiting... I have a good night Miracle and I hope we can do this again" . He walked me to my car holding my hand....
"I enjoyed myself too... and yes .... we have to hang out again" . I giggled
"Well um give me a call tonight babygirl". He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I give him all my respect.... he didn't try too hard... he didn't kiss me on the lips.. DING DING DING BINGO.....HE WINS A SECOND DATE.
As I pulled off I grabbed my phone and called Shay.
"Hey girl sorry but...."
"Bitchhhhhhhh I aint trying to hear that mess...nawl I'm joking what happened?". Her loud ass always got to scream on the phone.. She's even louder in person..
" It was.....wonderful..." . As I told her about my date i notice a white Audi following me... I made a quick turn then started to speed up. I noticed the car but then I didn't panic.
" Um girl Ima have to call you back somebody following me", i told her really quickly then hung up.
Who the Fuck is Following me?
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Pressured Love
RandomMiracle AKA known as Money has been on the move since she left chicago at 16 years old. She don ran into so many men she learned her way around the streets... She started messing with one of these hood niggas and got herself knocked up.... She ran...