If it Ain't This, It's That

Chapter 1

Hey guys this my first book. So y'all tell me how y'all like it leave comments and everything.

Nothing negative please.

Thank you, Bri.
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Crysta

"Ugh, why can't I think straight?" I yelled out of frustration. I've been trying to finish this damn business plan for almost two weeks.

"Girl ion know why you tripping you got till Tuesday just relax and lest go out!" My bestie, Leste suggested, grabbing my file papers.

"Okay, okay"

I sighed leaned back on to the head board of my bed and closed my eyes...

"Really nigga? Get yo ass up and get dressed you have an hour before the uber gets here!"

"Ughhhhh, I can't stand ya ass, fine. Get out," laughing at Leste I got up and took a shower. The hot water was much needed, felt as though all the tension left my shoulders and neck. I wrapped my towel around my slim body. As of now the only thing I got going for me is a cute face big boobs, nice sized ass and slim thick thighs. But hey I was happy. Putting my last and final touches on, I was ready to go. I matched my black and white jersey dress with thigh highs, and golf  accessories. Not too much to do with my hair except a few spritz of leave on conditioner and edge control. Shit was too think to comb through.

"Still not understanding this logic
Im back and I'm Betta I want you bad as eva Baby it's whateva..."

Bryson Tiller's Don't filled the room as Leste sang along.

"Girl shut yo off pitched ass up," yelling over the music as I laughed.

Leste straight-faced me. " Ho you just jealous."

"Jealous of what?!"

"That my booty bigger and I sing betta," she exclaimed prancing around and flip her new pencil straight weave.

"Okay Mariah Carey," I rolled my eyes.

She and I both know I could hold any more better than she could. I remember when we were little and we each auditioned for the choir at school. She damn near broke the instructor's glasses. But that's another story.

"Girl now you know damn well I'm better than Mariah."

"Shut up and let's go before I change my mind," I laughed grabbing my keys.

We ended up going to this joint called Jodi's. When I tell you it was packed as hell, I meant it. My first goal was to get a drink and not pay a cent for it. Yea I knew how to get what I wanted but that didn't mean I couldn't do anything on my own. 

"Hey beautiful lemme get ya name," he touched my arm.

I turned around and seen him. I keep seeing him around everywhere and never for his name. He was cute but not like hella fine. Had a neatly combed Afro, tall, and nice skin complexion. Lemme stop I have a man.

"Uh you can buy me a drink and I could give you my name," saying well trying to not make it noticeable that I seen him before.

"Hard to get? I like it." He but his bottom lip and looked me open and down. I too took this time to check the rest of him out. Brand name jeans, polo shirt, fresh white nikes, and a small old chain. Damn he fine. Oh shit he staring at me.

"Something you like?" He laughed grinning and showing his pearly whites. Lord help a sister out. By this time I have completely lost track of Leste but she'll be alright.

"What's that suppose to mean?" I said being sarcastic, playing with my hair.

"Nothing I'm just saying you looking like you tryna state my clothes off."

"Haha, boy get the fuck on somewhere. Ain't nobody checking you out. You cute but you ain't all that."

"Well how will you know that if you don't give me a chance?"

Forgetting about my boyfriend Bam, I took a pen out my purse and wrote my number on his hand.

"Was that so hard?" He once it over and looked back at me.

"Boy hush.." I giggled acting like a damn school girl. The fuck is wrong with me?

"Hey man you on next..." A guy from back stage at the club came outta know where and escorted him out.

" I'll catch you later Uhhh...."

"Crysta. Crysta Mitchell."

"Ok Crysta Mitchell," he grabbed my waste and hugged me kissing me gently on my cheek. That's it this nigga done did it. My heart skipped a beat and I felt him let go and laugh.

"Wait uh you didn't tell me your name!"

"Huh?"

"Your, never mind." At least he had my number.

"Y'all welcome to the stage,  K-Wash!"

There he was again......

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There you go. Pretty bad I hope not. Comment what you think at this point all criticism is good for me.

Thanks guys.