Love Hurts (Lesbian Story) -Completed-[Editing]

Chapter 1

Rahjaè's POV

"Destiny, hurry yo' ass up, man! Damn!" I yell up the stairs to my slow motion moving girlfriend.

"Our movie startin' in like..." I raise up the sleeve on the left arm of my all black Polo peacoat to see the time on my wrist watch. "...fifteen minutes. You the one who wanted to see this funky ass movie. You up there taking two days to put on make-up just so you can sit in a dark room for two hours!" I finish.

"Alright, Jae. Calm down!" Destiny yells back as she descends the stairs.

This girl be killing me with all this damn make-up, weave, and these long eyelashes. Every time she blinks I'm afraid she's gone fucking fly away on my ass. I don't know why Im always attracting all these hood ass, ratchet hoes.

    My phone suddenly begins to vibrate and ring in my pocket.

'I love bad bitch's that's my fuckin' problem! And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin' problem!'

   I read the name that ran across my screen. Just another one of my hoes trying to hit me up for a booty call. She quickly got hit with that voicemail.

"Who is that calling us, Bae?" Destiny asks as she leans over my shoulder to get a peak at my phone.

I shrug her off.

"Girl, go get in the car." I command her.

As usual, she does as she is told and began to head to the front door.

"And don't touch my goddam radio, gee. You be listen to some bullshit." I add as Destiny walks out and closes the door behind her.

Little did she know, I'm not even going to the movies for her. I got me a side chick to meet up with.

'Haha..I'm something else.' I think to myself.

I step towards the door but before I open it, I jam my phone back into my pocket. I then open the door and step out, locking the door behind me.

"Hurry up, Bae!" Destiny says, snapping her fingers at me as I slid into my black on black, Chevy Impala.

"Girl, don't be snapping yo' damn fingers at me." I snap as I slam the door shut.

The car was already running and as expected, my radio is bumping my favorite station. I lift up my armrest and pull out a large zip-lock bag full of pre-rolled blunts of Kush. I pluck one out and toss the bag back into the compartment. I then reach up and grab a lighter from the dash board to light my blunt. Placing the joint between my lips, I drag on it a few times until my lungs are filled. I then pass it over to Destiny who, by the way, was more than ready to receive it. Ole, thirsty ass...

I immediately put my car in reverse, pull out of my driveway, and speedoff. Head nodding to my song.

'I like smoking Weed, I like getting Fly.'

'I like having Sex, I like girls who Ride'

'I like my cup Full, I like Turnin' Up.'

'And I like brand new shyt, so dis' is what I love.'

'I like dat' Money Baby, Money Baby, Money Baby!'

Me and my gal' was blasting this jam and rapping loud as hell.

"Dats dat' shyt I like, wooaahh!"

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UPDATE: (I am currently editing these chapters. As I look back on this book, I really HATE the way it was written. I'm not using correct grammar or spelling out my words properly. I'm very disappointed in myself for writing it as if I was texting lol I feel like that it's so beneath my level of writing potential. And I just think that if it was written better(like an actual novel), I would have more readers🤔Shame on me😭) so keep reading! I promise you will love this book for what it turns out to be ❤️

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-Adrie