KASHLAND

14.

It's been two days since the incident at the club. There's a video going around of me and Mila fighting. I'm not gonna lie, I got some clout off of it. The video made it on WorldStar.

Beauty Guru Throws Down in The Club

I was stressing. This is not the type of exposure I wanted for myself. Andre was on his Instagram talking shit about Mila and I calling us bogus for fighting his ex. Like what? Dude you sound dumb. There was a lot of drama going on and I honestly didn't want to be apart of it. It was definitely on sight when I saw Andre though. I fight dudes believe it or not.

It was going on 1pm and I had to work today. I sat in my house and edited videos for the time being. I didn't want to tell Clarence about this drama because I didn't want his name to look bad. He's trying to start a business. Everytime I would check Instagram people would tag me in screen recorded videos of Andre talking shit about me and Mila. I didn't bother on looking at them. This whole situation was just blown out of proportion. I stood up from the couch and looked at the door because someone was knocking on it. I was trying to think about who it could be because I wasn't expecting any company.

Walking over to the door I only unlocked the bottom lock and pulled the door open so the chain restricted it from opening any further.

"Terrell?"

I looked at him through the crack.

"What are you doing here? How'd you get through the door?" I furrowed my brows.

"Somebody walked in and I caught the door. Wassup? Can you let me in?" he put his hands in his pockets.

"Um.. no. What can I do for you?"

I wasn't trying to be rude, but it was weird how he just showed up at my place like this. The last time I talked to him was when Clarence told him off in my messages. I deleted his number a little after that.

"I'm trying to see wassup with you. You just stopped texting me." he shrugged.

"You only wanted sex Terrell. That's not what I wanted so I moved on."

"I was willing to work something out for you. You ain't even hear me out." he moved closer to the door speaking louder into the crack.
"What was up with that message? You got a nigga now or something?"

"That's none of your concern." I stated. I didn't want to come off as rude, but my life wasn't his business anymore so I don't know why he's asking all these questions.

"I see how it is now..." he looked away and smiled out of frustration.

"You missed your chance. I'm sorry. Is that all you wanted?" I looked at him.

"Nah, you really got me tight though. I really wasted my time and money on you." he gritted.

"Ok? I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say. I mean I didn't do anything wrong I think. I mean that's what people do when they talk to someone. Relax." I rolled my eyes.

He was really buggin' right now. I don't know why he was so butt hurt that I stopped talking to him. I don't fuck every dude that buys me food. I got ready to close the door.

"Be safe, Terrell." I shut the door in his face. I was really trying to be as polite as I can. He had the nerve to cry and whine when I stopped talking to him but he practically begged me to have sex with him.

I looked out the peephole to make sure he was gone. When I was sure he was gone I went back to the couch to text Mila and tell her what happened.

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I was on my way to get my shit trimmed and shaped up because I needed it desperately. I was sitting outside in the car on the parking lot of the barbershop contemplating. I was trying to see if I was about to tell Carlo that I had something going on with his sister. I pushed the thought back and got out making my way to the doors of the place.

I walked in and dapped Carlo up, not starting a conversation with him because I was so deep in thought again. I found a seat by his chair and waited for my turn. Carlo looked at me and I guess he could tell that I was off.

"Yo, C' what's going on man?" he brushed the dudes waves.
I snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over at him and shook my head.

"I'm cool, bruh." I lied. I was thinking about your sister.

The dude stood up and paid for his haircut and left out. I sat in the seat and he draped the sheet over me.

"I've known you long enough to tell that something is wrong. Just tell me what's wrong, son?" his accent spilled out.

"You know that shorty I was telling you about?"
I had mentioned Kali to her brother without actually telling him that it was her. I told him about a girl that I had a interest in and I didn't know what to do about it.

"Yeah. Did you handle that?" he spoke, referring to the conversation we had weeks ago about me asking her out. Before I knew this was her brother.

"Oh yeah, most definitely. But the thing is.."

"She's crazy?"

"Nah, man she just.."

"Talk too much?"

"No nigga, she's.."

"She a little loose down there? You gotta watch out for them girls."

"Man, if you don't shut the hell up.. She's your sister." I finally got out.

"Kali? You fucking wit' my sister nigga?" he said a little louder than expected.

"I didn't know she was your sister until she told me a while back.." I felt him start trimming my hair.

It was quiet for a while. He was just cutting my hair regularly. I guess he was just thinking.

"You know what? I can't even be mad. You a good dude."

"Word?" I furrowed my brows.

"Deadass. From all the shit that you told me a while ago, I can tell you really interested in her. So I ain't even mad. If it was anybody else though, I woulda blew this bitch up." Carlo chuckled.

"That's wassup. We just kicking it for now."

"How y'all meet?" he pulled out his blade and moved to my hairline.

"She moved into my building. I live right above her." I smiled, thinking about when we first met.

"Ain't that something. You probably done already saw her before I told you she moved up here."

"Nah, I saw her for the first time that day. She caught my eye." I smirked.

"Ahhhh shit." Lo' laughed. "My sister got that affect on niggas." Lo shrugged. "It runs in the family, you know?" we both laughed.

"Don't mess it up though, I am your barber." He finished my hairline moving to my beard.

"You the best in the city. But yeah, I know that. I ain't blowing this." I wet my lips.

"Your waves is on the line." he joked.

I left the barbershop and went to get something to eat. I looked at the time and it was 3:30. I drove to a nearby Chick-fil-a and got me something to eat. I pulled up at the apartment and waited in the car for Kali to come out.

I told her that i'll take her and pick her up from work everyday I can unless i'm not working or anything. I grabbed the Chick-fil-a bag and pulled out my fries and munched on them with some sauce. I sipped on my drink and Kali opened the passenger seat door. She climbed in and looked at me.

"Hey." she smiled.

"Wassup?" I ate a waffle fry.

"Where mines at?" she placed her lunch bag on her lap and put her seatbelt on.

"They still cooking it, imma go pick it up later." I put the car in drive and pulled off with one hand.

She sucked her teeth, "Shut up."