Candy's POV
After my shower and going into the kitchen in my robe, I seen my dad drinking coffee in his uniform.
"Can't make it to church this Sunday pumpkin, I have to go to work. You need me to drop you off?"
"No, I don't want you to be late." I got my phone and shot Ronny a text.
To Ron Da Don: You going to church? 7:38 (Ronny put the name in my phone)
From Ron Da Don: Yeah, getting ready now. 7:40
To Ron Da Don: Can I ride w| you? 7:40
From Ron Da Don: Duh, scoop you up @8:15 7:40
To Ron Da Don: Gracias. 7:41
"I gotta head out pumpkin. See you soon." My daddy said after kissing my forhead.
"Bye daddy." Then he headed out the door.
I headed to my room to find something 'summery' to wear, as the choir director would put it. I found a flowy, rose pink dress and paired it with some creme colored wedges. I put on my rose gold watch and gold studs. Then I pulled half of my braids up in a bun while the rest fell down my back.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad I thought.
I headed back to the kitchen and sat at the table with a granola bar and a yogurt.
By the time I finished, Ronny was outside beeping the horn. I threw away my trash, grabbed my purse and left out the house. I locked the door and got in the passenger seat.
"Okay, I see you Candy." Ronny smiled.
I flipped my braids over my shoulder. "Well, ya know." I flaunted.
"Mr. B had to work?"
"Yeah."
Ronny nodded and pulled off. "You hungry?"
"No, I just ate."
"What you eat?"
"You asking too many questions Ronny, can you just drive?" I stated, annoyed.
"Just answer it and it'll be the last one."
"I had yogurt and a granola bar."
"That's nutritious." He said, turning left when he should've went right.
"Where are you going?"
"To pick up Destiny."
"She's coming to church too?"
"Yupp. I didn't tell you?"
"Of course you didn't." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh. My bad. Destiny's coming to church."
"Thanks for the heads up." I replied sarcastically.
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Can't Be Friends
ChickLit{Book 2 of "Player's Prayer"} Ronny's finally got a girl. Candace looking for a man. But when jealously strikes... Somebody's gotta go.