A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 13

I got ready when the clock hit seven mostly because Kayla was rushing me to get ready since I take forever. That's a lie. I went light on the makeup mostly because I'm not trying to dress up. No one important is going to be there, and no need to dress up for Chris. I wore a mustard skirt that stopped just at my finger length, and burgundy top that rarely covered my belly button ring. I remember the back story to getting it too.

It was the day before Kayla and I turned 18, (yes, we have the same birthday) so we were about to leave the group home, if that's what you want to call that dump. We were bonding that whole year together slowly getting comfortable enough to call each other best friends and sisters. We sunk out that night catching a cab to a creepy, but cheap place in the Bronx to get our belly buttons pierced. We originally wanted to get tattoos, but we chickened out thinking we would regret it later on. Eventually, we thought it would be cuter idea to do piercings. It hurt so much I almost backed out from doing it, since she was first, but I couldn't be a punk bitch, so I went along with it. Afterwards, we snuck back into the group home and got yelled at once Ms. Hally found it. We didn't give a shit though since it was our last day. What could she do, make us stay longer in the dump even if we were adults. I don't think so.

Kayla walked into my room putting on her earrings. She was wearing some of the new clothes Chris got her yesterday. It was a two piece set. The top was a beige turtle-neck cropped sweater that also showed her belly ring, and the pants were fitted but flowy towards the bottom. The open toed black heels went well with the fit. She wore her hair down and wavy that almost went to her rib cage. "Chris said he is less than five minutes away, so you ready?" She asked.

"I guess," I told her walking out the room.

Truth be told, if it is Chris, which I'm 99.9% sure it is him, I really couldn't predict how I would be acting. I couldn't predict how he would act either. All I know is if he hurts my best friend or ruins her happiness, fuck him being in a gang, I'm going after his ass.

After she did one more coat of lip gloss and I was done putting my hair in a perfect bun, we both grabbed jackets before we left. Hers was a blue jeaned one, and mine was a black leather one. We walked out the building with linked arms. We were talking about nothing important walking to the corner where he usually picks her up. We were waiting for a minute until a black car pulled up beside us. It was different than the car I rode in last time. This car was a Jaguar with blue rims and tented windows. Before I could ask who it was, the opening of a car stopped me short, and there he was. Chris in the flesh after about two months of the incident.

He was wearing a black ironed dress shirt and pants with his Michael Kors shoes. I could tell they were real from the chain. He walked up to Kayla with open arms, and she gladly jumped into them. He began spinning her around kissing her on the neck lightly. She laughed when he put her down, but pulled her closer to him.

"You look good," she told him.

"I gotta match your fly," he said back.

She giggled before asking, "guess what I'm wearing?"

"Spin around for me, babe."

She did a little twirl while holding his hand before falling back into him. I've never seen Kayla act this way, and certainly never over a guy. Did she really like him?

"I see you repping, Kay. You look amazing as always," he told her making her blush.

"You look good too, babe," she told him before looking back at me. "Baby, this is my best friend, Cindy."