The Dream

Chapter 3

"Hey Layla. Long time no see." Approaching us was DeVonte. This nigga right here.

He's a 6'0 wanna be thug who cheated on Layla when they dated. Now on the day that

this happened, I previously called her and told her I was coming through. In between

that time, he went to her house and he got a phone call. The thing that made him

suspicious was the fact that he answered it in another room. Layla then snuck by the

door to overhear him say "Damn why are you calling my phone?! You are for sex only. "

After that, all hell broke loose. She went off on him cussing him out, calling him a sorry

punk ass wanna be gangster who still lives with his momma. Then she slapped him so

hard that a gold tooth of his fell out his mouth. Now that drew the line for DeVonte. He

grabbed her arms and slung her across the room. I walked in to him punching her in

the face. As soon as I saw this, I ran over to him and beat the shit out of him. Layla

then called the police and he was arrested for domestic violence and assault.

Now I wanted to know how he got out. But then I thought about it. He's a Pirus and I

bet they bailed him out. That was one thing that attracted Layla to him. She was feeling

the "bad guy" and it fucked her eye up.

"What the hell do you want?" You could see the hurt on Layla's face. He looked like he was

trying talk shit, but then he saw me. "I was tryna be nice but I guess there's no second

chances with you huh?" This is when I stood up. "Nigga, keep walking before I beat yo ass. Again.

After he left, I could tell he fucked up her day. I said "Lets get out of here."

We got in my car and started to drive. She was quiet. We were at a red light and I was

trying to cheer her up"Come on Layla forget that nigga. He ain't shit." I leaned over to

kiss her and during the small session, she start smiling. "Oo I knew you were faking." I

said smiling. The light turned green and I floored the accelerator. Her head flew back I

couldn't help but laugh. It was around 3 o'clock and I decided to go to the movies.

While I was in the line, an older guy tapped on my shoulder and said that he was

Syracuse alumni. He started giving me advice about life on my own, even though I

already live by myself, and said that I should find that one special lady and keep

her before she would be taken by another man. As he said that, I started looking

at Layla ordering tickets. He must of saw me because he then said "See that is

a girl is a keeper." I thanked him and we took a picture. By the time I was done,

Layla had the tickets and we walked in. We both caught some eyes from

random people and the guy that verifies the tickets recognized me and

we took a picture. I bought a large popcorn with two cokes before we

walked in the theatre. We were watching ride along and that movie

had me crying in laughter. It was about 6 when we left and went

out to eat at iHop for breakfast dinner. I had a little bit of everything

while she just had some pancakes and eggs. After we were done, Layla

was complaining about her being so full that she couldn't walk. So I cared

her ass out of this iHop and into my car. The look on the old white people's

face was hilarious. She fell asleep on the way to my place. I was blasting Holy

Grail album on max. When we got to my condo, I carried her to my bed and

started to shoot on my goal on my patio. I shot for a good half hour to return

to Layla in her underwear sleep. I slipped into a pair of shorts and spooned with

her until I was sleep.