Swapped

Chapter 40

Taylor

Rock was insisting that I meet Khalil's new girlfriend Joy McCoy. I wasn't feeling it simply because I had friends already and I was comfortable with my circle of friends. I didn't do change. I understood that Khalil was important to Rock. I understood that I knew that per Rock when I left Khalil had been the shoulder he leaned on. He seemed okay enough although he himself had a past. Who was I to judge though everyone made mistakes? I myself got pregnant in college and dropped out. I don't know I just wasn't feeling it. I knew how the whole situation supposedly played out and I would give her a chance but I wasn't expecting anything to come out of it. I spent the day cleaning house and then I prepared baked chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, macaroni and cheese and some fresh kale greens.

I took the kids over my moms and dropped them off while Rock went on a beer and wine run. So I beat him home and they showed up early. Khalil was handsome as always. You knew he had issues. Nobody that fine did not have issues, saying he fine. Plus he could dress and no matter how fit his clothes where there was a hardness about him that probably came from life experience, still a softness that made him ridiculously handsome. In a boyish kind of way although surely he was all man. Please believe he was fine as for Ms. McCoy well my first impression of her was blah. I'm thinking why Khalil. Not because she wasn't cute not gorgeous but cute, but because she wasn't what I pictured. First off my cousin met him in college and was still begging for her turn. I could understand though as I said he fine. Secondly this broad was not skinny and she did not look like a super model and I guess since he so fine this is what I expected. She looked like your average female to me. Crazy hair don't care was my thought when I noticed the massive amount of curls framing her face. She had the long, big curly, apparently untamed hair. It was all natural to which was in okay point for her hair. She reminded me of a slightly cuter version of Vanessa from the Cosby show. She had sexy bed room eyes. Her lashes were to die for. I wonder if they are real. After studying them for a while I went to her nails. Okay so no fake nails but perfectly manicured fingers. She was at least a size twelve now she looked smaller with her healed boots on and skinny jeans but she was definitely a twelve not a ten. She was carrying a bottle of wine in her hand so I directed her to the kitchen and wow okay so I have an ass but her but was retarded. It jiggled when she walked even with the slightest movement, bitch! Not to mention she was chesty. Now Im a size eight big booty small waist but well I was a little jealous. "So would you like a glass of wine" I said already pouring myself a glass.

"Yeah that would be great" she said. Now I new she was studying me like I did her as I poured. I am a solid eight on a scale from 1-10 however Rock always called me his dime plus 99. Id already scored her a six in a half. She was no eight and I was already convinced Khalil was with her for all the wrong reasons. She just wasn't his type. So we went in the living room and had a seat and Rock came in a few minutes later. Him and Khalil gave each other dap then they sat down beside us. "Joy nice to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you" Rock said.

"I hope all good things" she said. She had a kiddy voice and it sounded fake to me. Nobody really sounded like that.

"Yes Rock said so what are your intentions with my friend" He said in a serious tone. She laughed nervously. He left her on the hook for a few seconds before he said "Just kidding" She laughed this time a little harder and then said "I was like uh I didn't know what to say" He reached over and patted her leg. She scooted closer to him. I just set back and observed. She asked where the restroom was and as soon as I he got up to show her where it was I leaned over and whispered to Rock "What do you think so far" I said serious as heck.

"To soon to tell' he said.

"She seem like his type to you" I asked. He shook his head no. "Right I pictured something different like all that mess was over her. Really on a scale from 1-10 on three go 6" I blurted out then gasped when he said "nine" I glared at him. Did this fool say nine! Hold up that meant ten because he said nine to score her less than me so I wouldn't feel insecure. I know my man.