Nyla (Urban)

Nyla 2

Nyla

I poked Reece in the face with my big toe and gazed at him under the length of my long lashes. He slapped my foot out of his face. "Let's go out ." I said.

He looked up at me from his iPhone. "Go out where?"

I shrugged and sat up from my position on the couch. "I dunno. I'm bored. And we're out of kush."

"Yeah." Reece got up and looked down at me with a guilty expression planted on his thick eyebrows. "I already got plans babe. But you can chill with somebody I'm sure." I watched in shock as he gathered his things and started for the door.

"So you just brush me aside for your fuckin' hoes?"

He fake smiled at me. "You are my one and only hoe Nyla." I threw a shoe at his retreating back right before he slammed the door behind him.

Fuck him.

I got up to take shower and put on a full black body suit along with a plain white baseball cap and a light pink Bomber Jacket. Because I didn't know jackshit about applying make up, I applied a thin layer of classic cherry chap stick instead and locked up behind me.

There were some men outside the apartment when I got downstairs. "Aye mami, isn't it too late for a pretty brown thing like you to be walking around so late at night?" The rest of the men surrounding him chuckled a bit and I even saw some of them licking their lips. I reached in my purse slowly and raised the mini glock out of it just enough for the group of men to stop laughing.

"I think this 'pretty brown thing' has got it. Thanks." I winked at them before making my way around the corner and towards Marlowe's. I've lived in the city too long to be that dumb. As soon as I got in Marlowe glowered at me from the counter.

"Don't you got any friends?"

I took a seat at the counter. "Can it,you old bitch. Maybe I just look forward to seeing your face every Saturday, you ever think of that? One strawberry shake please." Marlowe glared at me for a sec before going to get my order. As much as I disliked her ancient ass, this diner was my escape. It held a sort of atmosphere that made me forget how fucked up and lonely my life really was. The bell above the door chimed, signaling another customer had just arrived. I ignored that fact up until someone slid smoothly into the stool next to me. I turned to see a familiar face.

"Your brother still sellin them mixtapes?" I heard myself say.

Whoever he was cast me a look, but not a friendly one. I turned back in my seat just as Marlowe brought my milkshake by. "What'll it be sweetheart?" She said to the salty ass nigga next to me.

"Vanilla shake." He grunted. she raised her eyes at me as if to say 'behave' and went to prepare his shake.

I tapped my nails against the counter as the atmosphere began to get uncomfortable. I sighed loudly and leaned my head against the palm of my hand. When that didn't work I blew bubbles into my shake, causing a ruckus amongst the quiet space between us. When I suck a peek at him this time he was glaring at me with the most savage expression I thought he could muster. I stopped and smiled at him.

"So you go to Summerville huh? You look like a senior but ion think I've seen you around."

Still no response.

I slammed my hand down on the counter. "Nigga who put the stick up your ass! You don't even know me to be being so damn rude!" Marlowe ran from the other end of the counter and interrupted me mid-sentence.

"Nyla what the hell's wrong witchu?"

I threw my hands up and din't bother looking at either of their expressions before making my way to the door. "Fuck y'all both!" I made my way home and threw my shit off, climbing into bed. Reese wasn't home yet, so I made my own conclusions.