Struggle

Chapter 8

A/N: Taylor in the media. Read the next author's note at the end of the chapter.

Kayla POV

What. The. Hell.

That was all I was thinking when De' Vonte said I have big tittes. I didn't even notice that he was staring.

"Nigga find yourself a life and stop staring. Shit, I understand they are big, but damn. You loook like you want to fucking devour them." I said.

"Maybe I do." He replied back.

"You got me 50 shades of fucked up." I said as I glared at him.

"I'll fuck you up, how bout that?" He asked.

"Find yo' life." I said.

"I can find it in yo' pussy." He said.

"You can also find it in hell." I said rolling my eyes and walking away to sit on the cliff.

He really pissed me off. I understand I have big boobs, that's why I hide them. Niggas only want what you have on your body. That's what the fuck pisses me off.

That's why I wear clothes that don't show my boobs because when I used to niggas used to be thirsty and want to touch and grope and shit. And of course I wasn't bout that shit. I don't think any female would. Well, except the thirsty hoes that seduces niggas.

I was trying to calm myself staring at the water below, even though I could barley see anything since it was dark, when De' Vonte walked over.

"What's wrong, ma? If its what I said, I ain't mean it like that. I was just playin'." He said.

I just looked at him and ignored him.

"Aww come on Kayla. I ain't mean it like that." He said whining. He actually shocked me a bit becuase he doesn't even call me by my name. He only calls me ma.

"First, when did you start calling me Kayla? And second, if you ain't mean it like that why'd you say it?"

"Ummm, to answer the first question I didn't think it was the right time to call you ma since I only call you ma when we cool with each other. And for the second question, what nigga wouldn't say that shit, like damn we called niggas for a reason. Shit niggas gone be niggas like bitches gone be bitches." He replied while he shrugged.

"Did you just quote Kehlani and Eric Bellinger?" I asked while snickering.

"Yep." De'Vonte said with a proud smile.

"Whatever." I said while rolling my eyes.

"So do you forgive me?" He asked.

"Yeah, I guess." I said with a slight smile.

"Good. Now let's jump."

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"Thanks I had a really nice time." I said as I reached for Kahe's front door handle.

"Yeah, I hope we can do this again." De'Vonte said while he smiled that sexy ass smile.

"I really fucking hope your not trying to make my name as a joke you stupid ass!" I heard Hope yell from Kahe's bedroom window. Great! They're ear hustlin'.

"Gotta love her." De'Vonte mumbled under his breath.

"What was that nigga?" She asked.

"And I thought Khae was crazy." I mumbled while shaking my head.

"Don't make us come down there bitch!" Kahe yelled.

"Watch when I get upstairs!" I yelled back.

"Bitch you know damn well you ain't supposed to be yelling in this white neighbor hood like this." She said.

I face-palmed and glared at the window.

"Sorry, but we can't do this again. I like you, I really do, but I can't just keep going out with you," I said as I looked down, "My life doen't work like that. Its a stuggle." I said while walking inside with him looking hurt ans dumbfounded.

"Now why the hell would you do that?" Kahe asked once I stepped inside the house.

"Becuase I don't want him to get in my shit. I don't want him to get involved with what I got going on. My shit is my shit. Not his, not yours, not Hope's, not Taylor. Not anyone, but me. Like I said before. My shit is my shit." I said and walked upstairs ignoring Hope and Kahe's sympathizing stares.

I laid down on Kahe's bed and thought. "I'm so over this shit. I'm going to work. I'm going to fight for what I want and no bitch can stop me. I'm going to get out of Raychel's house. I'm going to be something, do something, and get everything I want. And I'm going to find out who killed my parents." I said my thoughts to myself as I got up and did my nightly deeds.

THAT FOLLOWING MONDAY

"Get yo' ass up hoe." I heard Hope yelled while she also smacked my ass.

"Uggghhhh!!!!! Get out!!" I yelled.

"Fine. Grumpy ass." She said while walking out.

"KAHE!!!!!" I yelled.

It took her a while to get up here. I wonder if she's cooking food.

"What. Do. You. Want.?" She said out of breath.

"Why are you out of breath?" I asked.

"Taylor is here." She simply replied and say on her bed.

"Ok what does tha-," I thought for a minute, "Eww you little nasty. Are you even a virgin?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"I was last week." She said with a slight smile and shrug.

I gasped!!! "And your nasty ass didn't tell me?!" I said.

"I was scared bro." She said.

"It's ok. Now can you find me an outfit to wear for today?" I asked. Thank God we are the same size in everything.

"Sure. Go get you some food and I'll call you up when I'm done, ok?"

"Yeah ok." I said as I walked downstairs to find Hope glaring at Taylor as he ate. I ignored that and went to get some food.

"Yummy, yummy, delicious food in my tummy." I sang over and over again. Once I got my food and say down I heard the doorbell ring. I got up to get the door and saw De'Vonte standing behind it.

"Hi." He spoke first.

A/N: So guys, I haven't updated in my while. My fault. A lot has been going on with me and I just haven't been in the mood to update. That's my only excuse. So yep.

Also, I have decided that I wanted to change the name to my book and a character. The new name of the book is called Struggle. And the person who will be getting their name changed is De'Vonte. His new name is Michael.

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