I Got love for a Thug (ON HOLD)

The job

(Kira POV)

As I reach my car, I receive a text from bestfriend. Leon.

*Text Messages*

Bestfriend👫: Wya? I been looking for you.

Me: On your mind, bighead.😂😏

Bestfriend👫: True True. But... fr?

Me: I'm omw back. I just stopped at Popeyes.

Bestfriend👫: Popeyes😍... I know you bought me some!😏

Me: Ha, you thought... wrong.😂

Bestfriend👫: Aww...You gone do me like that?

Me: Yeah, over my food.👊Of course.

Bestfriend👫: Oh yeah, I forgot that you don't share. Plus, you be stingy with yo food.😒

Me: I don't. I just don't like to share if I have a little bit of something.

Bestfriend👫: Still stingy.😔

Me: Whatever.😑

*End of messages*

On the way back to school, I was just thinking about that boy. I thought about how he looked at me, how he apologized for something that he didn't even do or say.

I just was wondering was he still thinking about me? That's the real question. Well, oh well... if he was, it's not like I'll ever see him again.

As the rest of the school day went by I hopped in my Range Rover and swerved off. I had to go home real quick and get my clothes. Oh, of course, and tell my parents where I'll be going. But not really.

20 minutes later I pulled up into my house...Or should I say mansion. My dad use to play for the Saints, he was a football king.

Yeah, my family is rich and I don't live in the hood. Which is where my dad's from, but he doesn't like to acknowledge that he is. I don't know why, but he want me to have white friends cause he says, "they'll always be there for you, when black people aren't." I just told him that not all black people are like that. That's why I know he will kill me if he found out what side of town I was on.

My dad is a retired football player with millions of dollars stored everywhere. He has everything, but I don't want to be noticed as the rich girl, I want to be noticed as Kira. That's why I don't like telling people my last name because they always want something. I just want a normal life.

The only reason that they let me hang with Kevia was because, her and my mom are good friends. Which is why we got so close, my mother used to always take me by their house. But my mother had no problem with Kevia, because she makes good grades, goes to church, and is very respectful. But everyone has their wild side and Kevia definately does.

I jumped out of my car, head inside to get my clothes ready for tonight. I also have to ask, my mom and dad if I can go. My mom is most likely to say yes, but my daddy doesn't care who it is, he doesn't want me to go somewhere that he isn't. You know how dad's are with their little girls. Even though I'm not little anymore. I hate when he treats me like a baby.

I made it to my room, grabbed one of my big bags to put my clothes in, and went straight to the closet to find me something to wear. Which might take a while, I have a very large closet. I was looking through all of my clothes, pulling out everything for this party tonight.

I decided to settle with a short purple colored dress, with my long weed socks, and my painted timberland boots. I even threw a dress shirt, the same color as my socks, in the bag so I can wrap it around my waist. My booty to big for to be showing all my goods at this party.