(continuing from chapter 52)
Deja's POV
i honestly feel bad for Lily. she went from "i'm the shit" to "bitch i'm trash" *laughs* like damn i hope i wasnt all over everyone's man'z like that. geez.
Khalil: babyyyyy! *closes the door*
Deja: heyy
Khalil: where ole girl at?
Deja: across the street at the hotel
Khalil: good. ion want her over here
Deja: i know but the girl's life is reversing on her and she can't handle it well. so i might as well help her, since i come from experience
Khalil: woah ma, experience?
Deja: yeah. you never noticed this little scar under my breast *lifting up shirt*
Khalil: no cause it's so light, who did this to ya shordy?
Deja: my ex Hakeem
Khalil: where he at?
Deja: prison
Khalil: ahh perfect *kissing Deja*
Deja: where's my child and why hasn't she came home yet?
Khalil: the daycare lady didn't bring her home yet?
Deja: no i-gco
*knock knock knock*
Khalil: *opens the door* man nigga give me my child yo
Trinity: *crying* daddyyy
Khalil: *picking up Trinity* why you got my child?
Lucas: *sniffing nose* correction, that's MY child nigga not yours. that little egg is covered in my sperm, not yours
Khalil: man you sick *shaking head*
Deja: hiii ba-gco
Lucas: gohdamn *licking lips* Deja you looking bout fine as hell man
Khalil: ayo too bad that's mines
Lucas: too bad that's my leftovers
Khalil: them "leftovers" taste pretty fresh to me
Lucas: *chuckles* you got jokes
Deja: bye Lucas, go die. don't pick up my child ever again
Lucas: can't make that a promise *walks off*
Deja: BITCH *closes the door*
Khalil: that nigga is sick
Deja: baby why didn't you tell the people that you didn't know him?
Trinity: *shrugs shoulders*
Deja: don't go with him, ever again. he's a bad man
Trinity: bad man bad man!
Khalil: ahh yes. bad man *chuckles*
Lucas POV
i'm tryna find a way to get revenge on Deja. she think she the shit cause i brought her up into this whole instagram modeling life. deep down, she ain't shit. she just gotta nice ass.
i have to find someone who doesn't like Deja. someone who would harm her, since i can't see my child plus she left me. i want my revenge
Deja's POV
DeeDee wants to facetime....
Deja: *answers the phone* heey wassup DeeDee
DeeDee: ayoo Deja! what's popping?
Deja: nothing really, just living life
DeeDee: where's Lucas?
Deja: the hell if i know, ion give a shit about that nigga
Deedee: ohh yeah, y'all must've separated
Deja: that's my man'z *turns the camera around to Khalil*
Khalil: who the hell *walks off*
Deja: noo Khalil come here
Deedee: don't bug the man *laughs*
Khalil: *comes in the camera* wassup
Deedee: nun much my dog
Deja: okay bye now *mushes Khalil*
Deedee: you in New York right?
Deja: yup
Deedee: oh shit that's where i'm heading tomorrow
Deja: for what?
Deedee: to meet up with my twin *signs*
(Author:: if y'all didn't remember Deedee has a twin)
Deja: oh wow.
Deedee: i'm scared
Deja: why?
Deedee: i only met her 2 times. we were separated, i was living with my dad in Chicago and still was in Brooklyn with my mom. can you come with me?
Deja: i'm not sure why you would want me to come but yeah sure.
Deedee: okay fasho. ima text you tomorrow when i'm off the plane so you can come scoop me up. bye love you! *hangs up*
Deja: um okay then
Khalil: who's that?
Deja: my bestfriend D'Angelo
Khalil: you've known him since childhood?
Deja: yeahhh, me and him have always been close
Khalil: oh man. that's wassup. all my childhood friends are dead or in prison. had to move away from that type of crowd
Deja: i had to get away from Chicago, it wasn't the place for me
Khalil: *chuckles* trust me. i know, living in compton is nothing to love
Deja: we have alot to relate about *smiles* have you noticed that?
Khalil: yeah. except you're a crazier
Deja: ha *kisses Khalil*
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