Once in a Blue Moon

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A/N: I appreciate all the reads guys, it makes my day every time this story gets voted on or added to a library. Y'all the shit, just stop being ghosts and comment! I know you want to. Think we can get this book to 1k reads? FWM.

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I know what y'all thinking. 'This bitch supposed to be narrating the story, but she ain't even saying nothing!' Well, yeah. I was busy. We'll get into that later but pay real close attention to this part. I won't say this was the beginning of where everything went wrong but...it's definitely the pre-game to the fuckery.

"Delilah, your turns sloppy," Vashti clicked her tongue as Delilah wiped her forehead and got her bag ready to leave. Her accent was heavy, letting Delilah know that she was more annoyed than she was letting on. "Whatever on your mind, you need to get figured out. Or, someone else will take your spot." She turned away dramatically and sashayed to her office. Delilah rolled her eyes and walked out of the studio with a huff.

Dance was her life, but with everything else going on, it was hard to be as focused.

"Delilah, wait up mami," Ricky jogged to catch up to her. Delilah was meeting Faye up the block where she was getting her hair done, and they were going to meet with Kina at the mall to do some shopping. Since the dinner, she and Faye had been texting a lot — they had gotten real cool.

"Yes, Ricky?" Delilah sighed, feeling a headache come on.

"Is everything okay? With the..." He gestured wildly, referring to the dog incident. Delilah cut her eyes at him, the way he bitched up she was surprised he was even back in her face. "I'm fine, Ricky. Is there anything else?" They bent the corner.

"I was wondering if you'd like to accompany me to dinner tonight. I love a dangerous woman." Ricky was giving her a big toothy grin, looking like Ricardo off of Hannah Montana. Delilah twisted her face up, not believing he thought what he said was cute.

"Ricky, please. I have a man and even if I didn't, my puppy's balls swing lower than yours. You love watching a dangerous woman from the sidelines. So stay there, papi." With that, she brushed him off and walked towards Faye's silver Audi. Feeling salty, Ricky walked off. "Bitch," He muttered.

Smokey had punked Ricky to the point where him being fine didn't even register in my brain. You would think with all that was going on I'd know better than to just be cussing out anybody, but I was still naive to how serious shit was going to get around this time. Little did I know, Ricky didn't take rejection lightly.

Delilah texted Gunz back about their date later on while Faye was tipping her hair stylist. They were planning on going to the fair later on that night, and he was telling her he had outfits for her to choose from. A creepy feeling washed over her, like someone's eyes were burning into her back. She turned to start looking around, but got distracted by Faye squealing as she came out of the salon. "Bitch, what you all cheesed up for?" Faye yelled, swinging her freshly installed burgundy hair.

"Your brother just sweet as hell, he going shopping for me and all girl," Delilah bragged, hopping in the passenger. She brushed the feeling off, maybe she was just tripping. Faye just smiled and shook her head, "If you ask me, that nigga in love with you."

"Of course he is," Delilah acted as if she was tossing her hair, which was up in a bun. "I'm the HBIC!" She impersonated New York from Flavor of Love's voice.

"Girl, you'll do," Faye joked. "So, your homegirl Kina. What's she like?" Faye sipped on her Starbucks caramel frappe. She was dressed cute in a beige suede spaghetti strap jumpsuit that accentuated her small baby bump. On her feet were light brown Cole Haan riding boots, and a hat of the same color with CRYBABY written in white.