'Cymia'
|Afterschool|
"Qui, what the fuck has got into you?" I asked as I sat between her legs as she braided my hair in prepare of a vixen sew in.
"What do you mean?" She asked as she started to sew my braids together.
"Like these mood swings, and you was eating heavy as fuck, like you eating for the world hunger and shit."
"What you tryna say Mia?" She asked in awe as she cut open the 3 packs of 22 in' Brazillian hair.
"Im tryna ask, is you pregnant?" She dropped her hands and I turned around.
"Qui, Are you?"
"Is it that noticeable? " Slight tears fell from her eyes.
"I mean I don't know what to do , Im 1 week along and I don't know who the father is." Wait what?
"What you mean you don't know who the father is? You been cheating on Kobe?"
"It was only one time."
"Fuck you mean one time! It only take one time! Who was it?" I grew in agony.
"M-myles."
"WHAT THE FUCK!? MY EX!!?"
"Im sorry boo." I know she did not.
"Get the fuck out my house Quinesha." I said dryly, im hurt on some real shit. My bestfriend has 50% chance of being pregnant by my first love.
"Bu- Ight." She walked out my room and let herself out.
I just let the tears take over me as I looked in the mirror and finnish my hair. I got some shit to think about like how dare her loyalty be so damn foul.
|LoverBoy🤣|-Cymia, where ya at?
|MyCymia😚 😋|-Home, Ill be over in like an hour.
|LoverBoy🤣|-Alright bet. Im bout to send ya my location.
|MyCymia😚 😋|-Okayzz.
I sent Lucas my last text as I began to blend my hair.
***
Putting on a skin tight nude dress, and the bidazzled heels. I looked in the mirror as my bundles reached the beginning of my butt.
Im not really in the mood to even do this shit with Lucas. I mean damn I got so much shit on my mind. The whole thing with Qui, my siblings, my mom. I really never have time just to smile and enjoy life.
Grabbing my Louie Vuitton purse, I looked in the mirror and made my way down stairs, on my way to ma car.
"Where ya off to dressed like that?" My dad's wife stopped me at the door. Ugh.
"To take pictures for my school project. Problem?" I really don't like her.
"Hm, Yeah right. I'd love for ya father to hear bout this." She smirked. Fuck is her problem?
"Bitch and let him find out, Im 17 years old fuck can he do. Stop talking that dumb shit n go suck my daddy dick hoe." I ranted and walked off, spinning on my heels and walking off to my car.
Today is not the day to fuck with Cymia Telleria. I got inside the car and blasted Molly Brazy's Intro as I made my way over to Lucas's house.
'Lucas'
So my sprung ass has a whole night planned for Cymia. With this being detroit, there is really no where special I can take her so Ima make the best of it. I was go take her to the Detroit Institute of Arts and one of Detroit's best restaurants, Grey Ghost Detroit.
I was wearing a black tux with a white under shirt. Yeah I was going all out. I had the whole thing planned out.
I was sitting in the living room, looking in the mirror when I heard sift knocks on the door. Knowing it was Cymia, I just opened the door and my mouth litterally dropped . She was full woman. All the curves in the right places. Man she so damn beautiful.
"Are you gonna just stare, or let me in?" She said in a soft voice.
"U-uh my bad." I allowed her to come in and she started to look me up and down.
"Hm, what you all dressed up for sir." She raised her eyebrow.
"Same reason you are, our date." I smiled and she looked worried for a second then smiled while blushing
"I hope thats okay..." I smiled, uneasy.
"Its fine Lucas, after all I been through today. A date sounds perfect." She smiled.
"Well, while on our date you can tell me all about it." I grabbed my wallet, phone and Cymia's hand as I lead her outside to my car. I opened her door as she climbed inside. I closed her door and approached the drivers side.
I started the car and prepared my self for a hour drive to this Art Gallery.
"So, Tell me. Cymia, everythin about you. And what u go through. Serious this time." I gave her a smile as she looked down and played with her fingers.
"Um.." She looked out the window.
I held her hand and looked at her, while we were at a red light.
"Cymia, you can trust me." I said with complete honesty.
"Okay, umm I was born and raised with my mom and my 2 siblings, Ciara and Chris. My mom moved us from Detroit cause it wasn't giving us a lot
more of opportunities. So yeah while I was there I wasn't comfortable we would always argue and I finally got the balls to get the fuck outta there . Now my siblings mad that I left them there with her crazy ass. Then I got here and my dad is real chill but his wife be doing little shit to piss me off then on top of that Qui pregnant and might be by my fucking Ex . Through all of that, I seem to always smile and try to stay happy. Music is one of my escapes and I try to just make it. I don't know where ..but I just wanna be happy at the end of the day." She smiled as tears flowed.
"Damn, I would have never thought such a beautiful face goes through hell. But wait, Qui preg? She cheated on my mans?" What the fuck!?
"Yup, she said it was a one time thing and blah blah blah." She rolled her eyes.
"It only takes ONE TIME!" I gripped the wheel.
"I said the same thing." She chuckled .
"Ha,there is that smile." I smirked.
"Thank you Lucas." She smiled.
"For what?"
"Letting me vent."
"Anytime my love." I gave her a smile.
"Now tell me about you. " she looked out the window.
"Well, I was born n raised in Detroit . By my Aunt Layla, when I was born my mom and dad didn't want me and they gave me to my aunt . I'm happy she took me cause I would've been in foster care . But before I moved out her house, I lived with her as I supported her by working at Wendy's. Then I started to sell Weed and got money for bills n shit. She found out, kicked me out the house. But before she kicked me out...i dropped out the game. Now I'm focused on school and I was recently offered to be the Druglord of Detroit but I got goals and it's not go help me." I babbled.
"Wow Lucas, I never knew you were so connected to your aunt." She smiled.
"Hmm , what do you mean?" I asked with an eyebrow up as we pulled up to the Art Gallery.
"You supported her and You haven't even graduated yet." She smiled.
"I guess I love hard to the small amount of people I honestly do love." I said as I hopped out the sr and running to her side , letting her out.
"Thank you." She smiled as she stood to her feet.
"Stop saying Thank you." I chuckled .
I grabbed her hand as I guided her into the beautiful building filled with arts .
It was really a sight to see . The big chandeliers and sculptures were sight seeing . Cymia wondered off as she looked at all of the art , getting mentally lost in the culture .
She is just so different ....I love it.✨
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Thoughts?
They finally not arguing 😛
Lucas such a sweet heart😍😍...
