queen of disasters. (urban.)

Chapter 1 . . .

Milan POV ~

*Picture of Milan to the side*

"I just don't understand!" my roomate and best friend, Chelsea yelled.

"Maybe you should just ask Chelsea! Nothing is going to get solved here unless you ask!"

"Milan, giiiirl do not yell at me right now. I'm not in the mood!"

"Girl please. I was matching the tone you were talking to me in." I replied, also calm.

"I just cannot believe this! 22 years that I have been living and it all has been a LIE. No hints, no clues, nothing! What really stomps me is the fact that she actually pretended to be my mother all these years. I am furious!"

I have known Chealsea practically all my life. She has been my best friend since...the old days! Her "mother", Ms.Raine is the sweetest lady I know. She was a mother and father figure to me because my mother and father died in a gang related shoot out, but that's typical Chicago for you. As much as Ms.Raine cared for me as her own, I cannot believe she is not Chelsea's real mother. Chelsea was always more fortunate than me anyways. She was the captain of high school cheerleading squad while I was just a cheerleader. She had a nice BMW while I had a Honda Accord. I was living with my aunt in a small apartment who worked as a hairdesser. She would typically make good money, but her abusive boyfriend would take majority of the money for drugs and leave us with less than 300 dollars for the entire month. Chelsea was living in a 3 story home in a very nice neighborhood. I guess you could say I should have been jealous of Chelsea , but I was never a really jealous person. 

"Chelsea...your phone is ringing. Its your mom."

" Her name is Raine, Milan." Chelsea said blandly.

"Hey ma, or should i said RAINE. So, were you ever going to tell me that I was never your real daughter. That I was stuck with you since I was a baby. DO YOU CARE TO EXPLAIN?!?!" Chelsea said in one breath.

Ms.Raine sighed. "Chelsea, I am your real mother. Where are you getting this crazy mess from?"

" No, you're not my mother. You do know New York University contains a copy of EVERY single piece of paperwork that involves its students. Including birth certificates. So, where are my real parents, and who are they?" Chelsea asked a little calmer.

"Chelsea, since you want to know the truth...I was working as a nurse at the hospital at the time that your mother was giving birth to you. When I first saw you I thought you were the most beautiful thing ever and I had to have you. I was not able to have real children of my own,so ... I took you from your real parents. Your real parents placed missing child reports and the whole nine. I couldn't let them take you back, so I shot them. I have never been caught to this day. I never would have thought I would have to share that story with anyone, let alone you. I'm so sorry. You're obviously furious with me and I totally understand that" Ms. Raine told Chelsea.

"I hate you... I hate you so much. Never...ever try to get in touch with me. I am better off with you anyway."

She hung up the phone instantly. As soon as she hung up her phone she recieved a text from her boyfriend Kalis. I happen to not really like Kalis. The feelings are mutual though. We haven't got along really well since Chelsea and Kalis have been in a relationship. They have been dating for 9 months now.

"Kalis wants me to come over...wanna come with?" Chelsea asked me.

I must admit, whenever I'm around Kalis I always end up having a good time, so why not go?

"Sure" I said. I stood up to get dressed and we headed out.

Chelsea POV~ 

I was happy Kalis wanted me to come over and hang with him and his boys. This would definately get my mind off of the situation with Raine. When Milan and I pulled up to Kalis' huge house, two of his boys were outside smoking something.

"Wassup D. Hey J." Milan said.

"Wassuhh." they said back in slurred voices.

I didn't even speak because they know I hate when they smoke outside of Kalis' house. They are not about to get him locked up for their actions. I walked inside to the den with Milan behind me. Milan spoke to everyone like she usually does, except for Kalis of course.

Kalis cleared his throat and says "So uh, Milan you can't speak?"

"So uh, Kalis you can't speak?" she retorted.

"Hey Milan."

She rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen. " DON'T EAT ALL MY FOOD EITHER... FATASS!" Kalis yelled at Milan who was already peeking in the refridgerator for something to eat.

King, one of Kalis' boys who was so goddamn fine stood up and walked to the kitchen. I think he has a thing for Milan, but her being her usual self refuses to give the boy a chance. I think they would be ode cute together. I heard them talking just as Kalis said something in my ear.

"Sooooo, we fuckin or what?" He asked.

Kalis seems to be sex crazy lately. I don't know what's been up with that boy.

"No, we are not FUCKING Kalis. What has been wrong with you lately?" I asked.

"I'm sorry bae. Iont even know. I just been so stressed out with the cartel and everything. I just need a stress reliever."

"I understand you're stressed, but you ain't getting none so gone with yo thirsty ass." 

Milan POV~

While I was busy looking for something to stuff my face with, I turned around to the sound of footsteps coming from King, Kalis' friend. He seems to have a thing for me. He is fineeee, dont get me wrong, but I don't think I want to be in a relationship with him.

"So wassup with you Milan? You looking mighty fine today." He said.

"I'm okay King, and thank you."

"Why can't you just give me a chance?" He asked looking a little upset.

"You're just...not my type." I said.

His expression slightly changed. "Not your type? What you mean not your type?" He asked getting defensive.

"You're...a man whore. You have different girls every week. You sell drugs which is definately not acceptable if you want to be in a relationship with me. I do not want to risk my life for you."

"Just gimme a chance doe, I can change yo mind, I promise. Just lemme get yo number atleast."

I should just give the boy my number, he probably won't use it anyways.

"Ima text you !" King yelled as he was walking out of the kitchen.

I laughed"Okay King. I'll believe it when I see it boo."