Chapter 5
Mya’s POV
~It’s been six months and everything is going ok. Females wanna try me about Tony, but it’s alright, because I have him, and not them! Kiona and Trevan couldn’t be better. The two are going strong. She’s like me when it comes to Trevan. Kiona is not letting him go anywhere. India and Ron are stronger than ever, especially since she’s pregnant. ~
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“Tony, stop!” I yelled at him. He groaned and stepped back. This boy was over here kissing on my neck. He made me mad earlier because a female called his phone, saying she needs his loving. He better hope I don’t find her. I decided to go home to get my mind off of things.
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Well, since I couldn’t go home, I went to my daddy’s house. He lived in Brent Wood, which was ten minutes away from Compton. I walked in the house to smell cooking. I knew it was his fiancée, Rachel. Rachel didn’t like me, and I didn’t like her or her daughters, Meagan and Morgan. I know you’re thinking: When did he have these kids!? Well, apparently, he had them a year after me and didn’t even know it, until they were about three. My momma knew about the kids, but Dream and I had no idea. I ran upstairs to my daddy’s room. I walked on in to see him and Meagan in bed, laughing and watching TV. I didn’t wanna be jealous, but I couldn’t help that. Michael Harris is my daddy. I know Meagan is his daughter, but forget that. I stood there, admiring their relationship.
Meagan was a beautiful girl, and you could tell she was my daddy’s child. She was proper than me, but ole girl had some hood in her. She was also 16, only a year younger than me. She was a dark skin child. Her hair came all the way down to the middle of her back. It was silky and jet black. Her eyes were a grey-blue color. She had a nice figure. She was thicker than me. She also had dimples just like Dream. They were deep and beautiful. That’s something Dream and her inherited from daddy. My daddy was a ladies man, and could get you with that smile of his.
I saw them starting to wrestle in bed. Man, I couldn’t watch anymore. I walk back downstairs to the garage. I smiled at my joy ride. It was a red, custom made motor truck. I’m about to take this for a ride. I hopped on, started the motor, and let the garage up. I sped out of there and down the street. I made my way around to Kiona’s place. She and Tre were outside, arguing. He bucked at her, and she threatened him. Tre wouldn’t hit, and she knew it.
“Aye, Kiona!” I yelled. They both snapped their necks towards me. Kiona ran up to me, smiling.
“What’s up, boo?” I smiled.
“I’m about to kill Trevan for thinking he can have any kind of tricks call his phone.”
“I feel ya. Aye, how about you get yo whip and we take these junts for a ride.”
“I’ll be back.” She ran off, into her house. I sat there, waiting for her to come out. As I did, my phone ranged, playing: Must be nice by Lyfe Jennings. I knew it was my daddy. I didn’t have time for him. I let it go to voicemail. Kiona and Tre came out the house, with Tre holding her black, custom made motor truck. When they made it to the bottom, he sat it down and she kissed him. They are bi-polar. Kiona road over to me, and we left.
Tony’s POV
One phone call got my girl mad. Man! My phone started ringing, so I answered. It was one of my niggas, De.
Me: “Hello?”
De: “What’s up?”
Me: “Nothing mane. What’s up with you?”
