March 16th, 2016
Kyla put her legs over the side of her bed and pressed her manicured toes to the floor. Her roommate, Kenyan, was still asleep. So, Kyla's movements were slow and quiet. Instead of putting on loud flip flops, she put on her house slippers. Or as Kenyan called them, "Grandma 11s". Kyla walked past the wall in the living room with two Ks in opposite directions on it. A gift from both of their mothers for getting an apartment. Kyla's K was green, Kenyan's white.
Kyla walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, to see barely anything in it. She sighed and pushed it close.
"I need to go shopping before the game," Kenyan said, scaring Kyla.
"I'll go, I gotta go to Walmart anyway," Kyla offered.
"Bitch what are you going for?"
"I need to shave and I don't have any oil left. 'Cause your nappy headed ass used that last little bit on them Bantu knots,"
"Right,"
"Plus I need to get ready to take somebody's daddy at this game today" Kyla screeched and stuck out her tongue.
"Mhm....bitch I knew,"
"I really want to find somebody that wants to cash me out and fuck me good," Kyla whined
"I know boo," Kenyan sympathized
"But Dave and Odell both playing games,"
Kenyan bursted into laughter, then into a coughing fit. Kyla waited for her to stop coughing.
"Bitch-" Kenya coughed. "Bitch you and I both know Dave and Odell ain't looking our way," She told.
"Speak for yourself, I already met Dave and I got a hug. He low key touched my booty at that meet and greet,"
"Bitch I'm threw,"
Kyla joined her friend in laughter, though Dave did swipe her ass when he moved away. Kenyan walked to the fridge and pulled the magnetic notepad off of the door. Kenyan knew the drill, if Kyla was going to the store she needed a list. Kyla isn't and has never been a fan of double trips to the store because they forgot something. Kenyan walked around to the cabinets that hug over the stove, opening them and seeing what was needed and what could wait until next time.
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Kenyan finished the list after walking around the entire apartment and checking for things the pair needed. She stuck the note to the front door as she always did.
"Ky, the list is ready!" She yelled.
"Okay!" Kyla yelled back from her room.
Kenyan and Kyla were pretty well off for college students. Kyla worked at Menard's, making $13.50/h. And Kenyan worked at Best Buy, making $14.00/h. Although Kenyan made decent money, she had a sugar daddy.
"His name is Derrick, he's 38 and loves my chocolate skin under his," Kenyan had said once. Derrick was more than willing to pay their "petty bills" aka all the utilities. Kyla made Kenyan promise they'd pay the rent. But even then it wasn't much between the two of them. For an apartment as nice as theirs, the rent was only $500. Their landlord, Mike, had a thing for black girls. And they were the only ones in their building.
"He ain't right," Kyla whispered to Kenyan.
"Well shit.... He ain't left either. Just deal with his crooked ass until we can do better K," Kenyan said back.
Kyla grabbed the note off the door, opened it and ran right into Mike.
"Hello Miss Kyla," He said
"Hi Mike,"
"It's rent day,"
"I know. Kenyan has the money,"
"Can I come in?"
"I don't care,"
They tried not to invite Mike in too often, Kyla still had an ill feeling toward him. The only reason she didn't care today was because she was on her way out the door. Kenyan walked out of the kitchen with a bag of chips in her hand. She looked at Kyla and rolled her eyes. Kyla mouthed "Love you" and walked out the front door.
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"Bitch it's hotter than Satan's ball sack out here," Kenyan complained
"I know. I ain't think this through,"
Kyla smacked Kenyan's arm.
"Hoe get two pieced,"
"Bitch look,"
Kyla pointed toward a group of men walking into the stadium. The girls had decent seats in near the ground. And could see everything around them.
"Bitch they walking into that reserved section," Kenyan whispered.
"There go my sugar daddy right there," Kyla said eyeing every man that walked into the row of bleachers. The group wasn't far away but not close either. Close enough for Kyla to see that the tall light skinned one had an Audemars wrist watch on.
"Bitch I know that ain't Derrick with them," Kyla said
"Bitch yes it is. Let's go get acquainted,"
Kenyan and Kyla left their seats and walked over to the men settling into theirs.
"Hey Daddy," Kenyan greeted.
"Hey baby," Derrick said back.
Derrick grabbed Kenyan's waist and pulled her onto his lap. Even though Derrick had been to the house before, Kyla had never met him. She only got the stories, pictures they took and the receipts from the bills being paid.
"You must be Kyla,"
"You must be Derrick,"
Kyla eyed Derrick from top to bottom, taking in everything, even his beard.
"What are you doing out here?" Kenyan asked
"I'm with my nephew Tristian,"
"Which one is he?"
"Right there," Derrick said.
He pointed to the light skin with the Audemar watch. Kyla bit the inside of her cheek and watched Tristian converse with the other people in the group. There were about ten men there.
"Yo, Tristian!" Derrick called
Tristian looked up from his phone, stepped down a few stairs to where they were and sat next to his uncle.
"Who's this?" He asked.
"This is Kenyan. I was telling you about her," Derrick inserted.
"And this is my best friend slash roommate Kyla,"
"Hi," Kyla muttered
"You shy or something?" Tristian asked.
"No. I just don't know you,"
"I know your name is Kyla. You know my name is Tristian. We know each other,"
Kyla laughed some and looked at Tristan's half smile. She couldn't deny that he was cute and she could see the tattoos on his chest peaking from under his V neck T-shirt. The one in his arm made her feel some way. Tattoos, pretty teeth and light skin. Tristian had all three of Kyla's weaknesses, and she was halfway ready to give it all to him.
"Sit down Ky you in the way," Kenyan whined. She was still in Derrick's lap and Tristian was still sitting next to them.
"Come sit right here. I won't bite you unless you want me to," Tristian offered. Kyla shyly walked over to him and sat down. He smelled like expensive cologne and the sun reflected off of his diamond studs. Kyla didn't know a lot about football but, she knew enough to get by. So that's what she said when Tristian asked,
"What you know about football?"
"I know enough,"
"Like what?"
"I know J.T. need to tighten up or they're gonna keep getting right by him,"
"I guess you know a little something. But anybody could see that,"
"Both of my brothers played football, my daddy loves it and my sister does too. We are a football watching family,"
"Yeah? I played for LSU. I could teach you something,"
"What you gon teach me?"
"Whatever you want to learn babygirl,"
"Don't say that," Kyla laughed
"Why not?"
"Because I will take up your while weekend during football season. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Learning all I can,"
"I might enjoy being around you,"
"I guess we'll see in August,"
"Ky I'm going to get some snacks you coming?" Kenyan questioned.
"Excuse me," Kyla said. She rolled her eyes and stood up, walking away with Kenyan.
"Bitch I could kill you," Kyla let out.
"What I do?" Kenyan asked.
"Me and my future sugar daddy was have a nice lil conversation until you rudely interrupted," Kyla complained
"You don't wanna get involved with him,"
"Why don't I?"
"I forgot you live under a rock,"
"Bitch spit it out,"
"That's Tristian King,"
"The Tristian King?"
"Yes bitch," Kenyan spoke as she inched up in the concession line.
"Wait so Derrick is Derrick King?"
"Yeah,"
"Bitch you trying to die?"
"He's not in the business like that no more. He's just guiding Tristian since his daddy died and all that,"
Kyla had heard stories all about the King family. But, she didn't ever think she'd be sitting next to a member talking about football. The King family had been running Ohio since before Kenyan and Kyla could walk on their own. 24 years to be exact. Tristian was the heir to the empire his grandfather started. Being the only boy, he didn't have family to help him run it the way his dad and uncle had at one point. He didn't want his little sister Stacee to get involved in the lifestyle of selling drugs.
When Tristian's dad, Darren, got killed while serving his time in prison, Derrick gave up the fast life. That was when Tristian took over, Derrick knew Tristian was strong enough to run the family business alone. But Tristian didn't really want to. He wanted a wife that understood the business and some children to pass it off to when he died. Even at 25 he wanted that, his heart was set on it.
"Bitch you okay?" Kenyan asked.
"I just can't believe that's him," Kyla breathed.
"What did you get me baby?" Derrick smiled.
"I got a hotdog and some chips. I just want to know how they ran out of bottled water," Kenyan sighed.
"I want a slushy. I'll meet y'all back at the seats," Kyla announced.
She pushed past all the people and made it to the line for slushies.
"What flavor you getting?" Tristian asked. Kyla jumped at the sound of his voice.
"I scared you?"
"Little bit,"
"My fault,"
"What flavor are you getting?"
"I asked first,"
"I didn't scare you though,"
"Ima get green apple. Try something new,"
"I'm going to get watermelon,"
"Awe okay,"
Kyla thought about letting the conversation continue but she remembered who she was talking to.
"The Tristian King," .
She turned forward and didn't say another word until it was time for her to order her slushy. She had been reciting her order in her head since had she got in the line. She didn't want to stutter and take too long ordering. Or worse, freeze up and nothing come out of her mouth.
"I can help who's next," the clerk said. Kyla moved up to the counter, "Medium watermelon slushy please," was all she had to say.
"What can I get for you, love?" The clerk asked cheerfully.
"Uh- Can I uh-" Kyla was stuttering just like she feared.
"Medium Watermelon slushy and a large green apple. Thanks," Tristian said sliding a one hundred dollar bill across the counter. He stood behind Kyla and let other people get by.
"Gotcha," the clerk nodded
"Thank you," Kyla let out
"You're welcome," he whispered in her ear. The whisper itself was a simple gesture but it sent chills down her spine. Usually Kyla wouldn't do things like that alone but, she felt good about herself today. But her anxiety proved her wrong, yet again.
"Medium watermelon and large green apple," the clerk called.
"Thanks," Tristian and Kyla said in unison. The clerk slid the change back across the counter. Tristian grabbed the change gave it to a kid walking with its mother on the way back to the seats. The child was in awe and so was the mother.
"My sister has anxiety," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah.... That's how I knew you were struggling,"
"Thanks again,"
"No problem,"
"Ky, I'm leaving with Derrick you gonna be okay?" Kenyan asked
"Yeah I'm good,"
"It was nice meeting you Tristian,"
"Nice meeting you too Kenyan,"
"Tristian don't let anything happen to my best friend," Kenyan warned.
"I won't,"
"Y'all enjoy the rest of the game," Derrick said.
Kenyan walked away with Derrick's arm around her waist. Kyla already knew what they were going to do. Derrick was going to fuck Kenyan senseless and then take her shopping once she regained the ability to walk.
"They're nasty,"
"Is Kenyan using my uncle for his money?"
"Not at all. Well I won't lie to you, at first that was her plan b-"
"Man," Tristian sighed, cutting in.
"You ain't let me finish," Kyla scoffed.
"Finish,"
"But, she fell for him really hard. We all know their relationship isn't official but she doesn't even look at any other man. She's even admitted to loving him,"
"I just wanted to know because he's talking about settling down with her. And y'all so young....I wanted to make sure it wasn't gonna be a mistake for him,"
"I can tell by the way Kenyan acts around him that she loves him,"
"Alright,"
Tristian and Kyla both turned their attention back to the game.
"It's too hot, my edges are suffering. I'm gonna get out of here," Kyla announced after a long moment of silence went by.
"I'll walk you to your car," Tristian offered.
"Thanks,"
They both got up, grabbing their cups from their slushies and walking out of the now very crowded stadium. They walked to Kenyan's car and Kyla dug in her bag for the keys. Only to not find them, at all. She checked her pockets, she even went back into the stadium and looked in the bleachers.
"That bitch got the keys," Kyla sighed.
She pulled out her phone and started to dial Kenyan's number when Tristian snatched her phone.
"I'll take you home,"
"No thanks. I'm just going to have Kenyan bring me the keys," Kyla said, snatching he phone back.
"You really think she's gonna answer while she's with my uncle?" Tristian said as he leaned against the car. Kyla groaned and rolled her eyes, mumbling something under her breath.
"My car is in other garage. I'm gonna go grab it and scoop you. Don't go nowhere,"
"I won't,"
Kyla fixed the pockets if her shorts, stuffing the lining back into the correct place. Meanwhile, Tristian walked to his Audi and pressed the key fob. A gift from his dad, the car didn't have anything close to a smudge on it. He started it and drove back to Kyla. When she saw his car she let out a disgusted sigh.
"Problem?" Tristian said, opening the door for Kyla.
"I know you see me Tristian. Me and little cars don't get along," Kyla reasoned.
"Girl get in," He chuckled
Kyla sighed again and got in the car, Tristian closed the door behind her. He did the same for himself.
"Just punch your address into the GPS,"
Kyla did as told and sat back in the cooled seat. The ride to her apartment was quiet for the most part. Tristian had music playing. Rihanna's ANTI played softly through the speakers, lulling Kyla halfway to sleep. The long drive from the stadium didn't help either. 45 very long minutes she was in the car with him.
"We're here,"
"Thanks for the ride,"
"No problem. Can I use your bathroom?"
"Yeah sure. Come on,"
Kyla led the way into the apartment. She tossed her keys in a green glass dish on a table by the door.
"The bathroom is down that hallway to the left. Excuse all the green,"
"Thanks,"
"Mhm,"
Kyla took her hair down from the bun and shook her tresses. She sighed in relief, she hated tight ponytails or buns in this case. She went into her room (which is across from the bathroom), sat down on her bed and unzipped her gladiator sandals, sliding them off her feet. She took her purse and her sandals, putting them in their previous positions. She heard a loud clap of thunder and rain pour down against her window.
Tristian walked out of the bathroom wiping his hands on his shorts.
"There was a hand towel in there," Kyla called noticing his gesture. She walked back toward the living room behind him.
"My mama would've beat my ass if I used a towel that looked like yours. It's cool they're dry now," He said.
"You thirsty?"
"You got bottled water?"
"Unlike the concession stands at the game.... I do,"
Kyla opened the fridge and handed him a bottle of water.
"Thanks,"
"You're stuck here for a while we might as well get to know each other so it isn't awkward,"
"Right you go first,"
"Why aren't there any pictures of you on the internet?"
"You trying to stalk me?"
"Actually the opposite. I was determined to run in the other direction if I saw you in public but I didn't know who to look for,"
"Why?"
"Because your dad killed my cousin,"
"That's a great reason to stay away,"
"Well we both see how my stay away plan worked,"
"What are you going to OSU for?"
"Spanish,"
"Why?"
"I want to be a translator,"
"You gonna translate my Dominican plug for me?"
"No thanks, I want my job to be legal,"
"I'm just joking. I refuse to let women get involved unless they're my wife,"
"Aw, how sweet. How old are you?"
"How old are you?"
"Old enough. I asked first,"
"I'm 25. 26 on August 9th,"
"I'm 19. 20 on Christmas,"
"Really?"
"My mom said I was supposed to be born on New Years. But I don't listen,"
"That's funny,"
"You didn't even laugh,"
"I'm laughing on the inside,"
"You're one of those people..." Kyla mumbled
"One of what people?"
"The people that text lol or lmao without even smiling,"
"A lot of people do that,"
"I don't,"
"You must find a lot of shit funny then," Tristian said, finally opening his water and taking a sip.
"What made you cut your hair like that?"
"I like mohawks,"
"Your turn,"
The rain beat down harder on the kitchen window.
"How long you and Kenyan been friends?"
"Since before we were born,"
"Not possible,"
"But it is. My mom and her mom were in a birthing class together. They were belly buddies. They said they'd press their stomachs together and let us kick it. Literally,"
"That's a nice story,"
"I guess so,"
"Your turn,"
"Are you a Christian?"
"I don't know. I don't go to church. I pray but I don't know who I'm praying to. I'm chilling,"
"I get like that too. Study religion it'll clear things up,"
"I'm not going back to school,"
"Why not?"
"You can't go twice in a row it's my turn,"
Kyla rolled her eyes so hard that it scared Tristian a little.
"Why so much green?"
"It's me and Kenyan's favorite color,"
"Girls,"
"Women, not girls. I'm not a child,"
"Well excuse me,"
"You're excused,"
"You have a smart mouth,"
"Thanks it's my signature trait,"
Tristian laughed at Kyla, genuinely.
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Kenyan walked in the door, both arms heavy with shopping bags. Kyla was curled up with Tristian on the couch, the TV watching the both of them.
"I think that's everything," Derrick said.
"Baby you see what I see right?" Kenyan whispered.
"Yeah. What about it?"
"Why is your nephew on my couch with my best friend?"
"I don't know it probably has something to do with those missed calls,"
"You might be right,"
Kyla stirred in her sleep. Derrick took Kenyan's bags to her room, kissed her cheek and left before shit got bad. Tristian groaned and pulled Kyla closer. She opened her eyes and screamed.
"Ohmygoodness!"
Tristian woke up and immediately moved away from her, standing up.
"Kyla I told you about him," Kenyan mumbled.
"What about me?" Tristian inserted.
"Nothing," Kenyan lied.
"I wasn't screaming because you touched me. I had a bad dream," Kyla explained.
"What happened in it?" Tristian asked.
Kyla held her hand up in objection. She sat up and pulled her hair into a ponytail.
"Ken, why you just standing there?"
"Y'all just buddy buddy now?"
"Well if you would've left me the keys to your car he wouldn't have been here," Kyla chuckled.
"True," Tristian agreed.
"What do you mean?"
"You left me without the keys so he had to give me a ride. It doesn't matter nothing happened. Then it started raining so I told him he should stay until it passed but I had an anxiety attack and he helped me," Kyla turned toward Tristian and thanked him.
"No problem little bit," he said
"Whatever," Kenyan grumbled and walked away.
Kyla mocked her as she walked away.
"She's such a big baby," Kyla said.
"She got it from you. I gotta get out of here, you gonna be okay?" Tristian asked.
"Yeah, thanks again homie,"
"Damn you just threw my light skinned ass in the friend zone," He joked
"You were in it when I figured out your last name is King,"
"Well shit, let me take my ass home,"
"Bye James,"
"Don't be calling me by my middle name Brielle," Tristian said walking out the door backwards.
Kyla closed the door behind him and giggled to herself.
"You like him," Kenyan said.
Kyla jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Bitch make some noise when you enter a room!" She yelled.
"You like him,"
"He's okay. But you know why I will never date a King. So no I don't like him,"
"You're a lie and a half," Kenyan said and went back to her room.
Kyla didn't understand why she was being so weird about it, her "boyfriend" run the game once too. It was no different. His name still gave people chills so Kyla felt that Kenyan needed to simmer down. Kyla fixed the pillows on the couch and turned the TV off. She walked into her room an laid down. She closed her eyes to sleep but, she couldn't stop thinking about the kiss.
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Yay? Nay? Not today?
Some things in story are facts like Tristian's birthday being on the 9th of August. The person that plays Tristian, his birthday really is that day. And he currently plays for LSU. :) hope you enjoyed. Please excuse the typos.
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