Sacrificing Love for the Drug?

Prologue: How it all Started

Ka'Liyah POV

Kyland who is my best friend/blood sister and I woke up one morning and decided to go get breakfast because a slim thick girl like me has to eat and keep the body looking right. I'm 21 and at this point in my life I'm all about the coins. If we not talking about money or food, trust and believe the conversation was dead as soon as you stepped to me. Every since I was a young girl and came out my mama pocketbook I've been known as the bougie sister. Kyland was a goof ball and a little bit of a thot, no shade to her. We some what balanced each other out.

"Girl hurry up I'm trying to find to me a good looking, tall, foreign guy named Roberto or something. I didn't eat all that cornbread last night for my booty to just deflate because you wanna take all day" Kyland called from her room. She just don't understand the fact that I must look good at all times. "Hold on Thailand I gotta find my shoes." I knew that would make her mad but she probably don't even know what Thailand is. "Girl shut up my name Kyland get it right or get a chicken bite." All I could do at this point was laugh because half the things she said made no sense.

Kyland POV

Oh hold the front door I know this child didn't just call me Thailand. I'll kick her butt all the way to Thailand, China if she really wanna be bout that life ya feel me. Sometimes I get sick of her bougie butt, just because she got straight A's in school don't mean nothing. I still passed with my straight C's, shoutout to my home girl Daliquita for coming through with them answers though.

Finally my sister came down stairs so we could leave. We got in her all white Range Rover with the nice red seats. I love to pass gas on them because they give my butt a nice vibration. That cornbread was really talking to me when we got in this car like real talk. I tried to roll down the windows but it was no breeze in stupid L.A. Liyah was just gone have to be strong for me because these were the deep farts that you would make the constipation face for because it wasn't coming out, but when it did come out...oooo weeee.

Before we arrived at IHOP I noticed some fine guys selling that good ole make you wanna slap yo momma marijuana. Marijuana really kept me calm around my sister sometimes because her attitude be on some World War 17 type stuff .  I made Liyah drive over there even though I know she was a little hesitant considering the fact that she is miss goody 2 shoes all the time. "What it do!" I yelled to Smoke, Trell and Pipe. They didn't play no games about there business which is why they were multi-millionaires and they weren't afraid to kill which is why I stayed on they good side. Rumor has it they shot somebody head off literally and I don't want that because till this day it  kills me to get my toe nails clipped imagine me getting shot.

Smoke walked up to the window and my heart was beating because he was fine as this crispy one-hundred dollar bill I'm bout to slide his way. "Who the pretty girl on the side of you?" Smoke asked. I guess he didn't notice how good I was looking in my Outfit but whatever. "Oh her...this my main mans, my sister, and best friend all in one...Ka'Liyah Chanel Garcia." She was blushing so hard and I kept clearing my throat to let her know she look like a dang cherry tomato but she didn't notice so I just sat there and let them eye flirt.

Ka'Liyah POV

I'm not really with the whole drug thing but dang was this boy fine. He looked like a bad boy and it was something about him. It was love at first sight for me but I don't know about him because he seems like the type to get with a girl, have sex with her and just be done. "Wassup I'm Smoke." I don't know if I heard correctly but I know his mom didn't name him Smoke. "Smoke?" "Yes, Smoke is my name, is there a problem." Oh no there is no problem Smoke but what is your real name?" "Oh I see you like to get in people business and what not but we should do some Netflix and chill, when I get my account activated again." It looks to me like Smoke is trying to spit some game or whatever they say now ah days. I guess I'll give him my number. Usually people have to work for the privilege of having my digits but I like his swagger. "Well Smoke, it's (310)-456-9875 and don't FaceTime me, I prefer texting.