KING II

HeartAche

KILEY

The weekend had gone by and I still haven't heard from Charles. At this point, I was over it. It's obvious he doesn't want anything to do with me. I went ahead and broke things off with Ryan. Now I'm just trying to figure out where do I go from here.

"You okay? I hate to see you like this." Mayah spoke as she stopped by my job to see me.

"I'm okay, I'm making it."

"That's good. You still doing the shoot on Friday?"

"Girl yes, she's been harassing me to model for Chanel for years now, and I finally agreed. I can't let her down."

"That's good!"

"Enough about me, what's going on with you?"

"Same Ol, Same Ol, nothing exciting in my life."

I had to excuse myself as I went to assist a customer. Once I finished, I looked for Mayah to see her cheesing hard, talking to a random dude outside the store. I shook my head.

CHARLES

"Come on Charles, what the fuck is going on!" The coach yelled as I missed the third shot. I sighed then walked off the court. This shit was pissing me off, I couldn't get Kiley off my mind. I have all this built up anger with nobody to talk to. Don't have much family and King is pissed off. Kiley kept me sane everyday.

"Charles, you better get your head in the fucking game, before your ass is sitting on the bleachers." He said to me before walking off.

"That's it for today!" He yelled.

I grabbed my gym bag and headed out the gym. I started my mustang and sped off. I looked down to see my phone ringing.

"Yeah Heather?"

"You missed the meeting yesterday."

"Fuck, can we reschedule? Maybe today?"

"Sure, what time?"

I looked at the time on the dashboard that read 1:48.

"3:30, you pick a place and send me the info."

"Alrighty."

Shit was getting bad. I got to get my mind right. How the fuck did I miss a meeting with my manager.

KILEY

Day Of Chanel Photoshoot

"Are you nervous? The make up artist asked me.

"Just a little." I smiled.

"You'll do great."

I sighed. My mom wanted to come, but I declined. I wanted to do this by myself, especially if I was going to consider modeling for a career.

"All done." The make up artist took one good look of me. "Perfect!"

I stared in the mirror at my make up and hair and I was in love.

"Kiley, you have a visitor." Somebody open the door and yelled.

"Give me a minute."

After everybody left the room. I took a couple pictures then straighten out the robe I was wearing.

I heard the door open and then close.