" Yeah, turn that up! " Said Trey as Beyonce's " Rocket" played off her iPhone. She stopped all what she was doing to go into a slow seductive dance meant for no one in particular. As she made her way to the middle of her room, she stopped in-front of her full-body mirror and admired how beautifully her body had blossomed. From her voluptuous hips, to her D-cup breast, and not to mention her round plump butt. Trey knew that she had a body most teenage girl's would die for, and most boys would break necks to look at. She was taken from her thoughts as her bestfriend's Gregori and Kaylah continued their conversation with her.
"So we're just suppose to sit here and watch you dance in the middle of the room?" said Gregori with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
" Yea Trey, we all gotta figure out what were wearing to Club D's tonight. So quit playing and get over here" said Kaylah as checked her self out in a pair of Trey's True Religion shorts.
Trey rolled her eyes to the ceiling, thinking how the hell had she become friends with these two. She walks to her closet wondering exactly what she going to were to out tonight. After much thought and effort she decideed on a zigzag halter bustier with a fitted highway leather shorts. She'll have every nigga salivating over her, and every female hating. Just the way she liked it.
From the time she was little Trey was always hated on from her looks, to the way she dressed, and how much money her parents made. She had looks that would favor Solange Knowles , her honey-copper brown shoulder length hair, to her light brown slanted eyes. Trey was the ideal girl to be jealous of. But she fed off it like a drug. It made her a strong and some what conceited person.
"Would you hurry the fuck up!" screamed Gregori. Bring her from her thoughts. "Look stop telling me what the fuck to do cause I'll slap the shit out you" Trey fired back. Then as soon as it left her mouth she regretted it. Like Trey, Gregori fed off negative energy. Its one reason why they were such good friends, he understood her better than anyone else.
Gregori immediately gave her a devilish smile, and made his way across the room. Standing inches away from her face. "Make me!" he responded.
"You don't wanna do this Greg, just leave me alone." Trey said as she slowly backed away to the door.
"Naw, you started this you knew what you were doing." He replied as he pushed her against the door. Gregori put both of her hands above her head and gently kissed her. Trey melted against his touch, like she always did.
"Omg would you guys just go together and stop playing with each others emotions. Its not fair to neither one of you, one day one of y'all gone get y'all feelings hurt. Don't bring your ass to me when it happens!" exclaimed Kaylah as she walked to the adjoining bathroom.
Trey knew Kaylah was right. Her and Gregori have been having this love affair since they were twelve. And as the years have gone on its gotten stonger. But they could never put a title to their relationship. They both had their share of relationships, but even then they always found a way back to each other. The only person thet new of this relationship was Kaylah, and they tried to keep it that way.
Trey pushed Gregori away and walked into the bathroom to get some space. " Its getting harder and harder to do this." she said to Kaylah as she put on her eyeliner. " Then end it, you better than anyone else can see its not going anywhere. So why do you keep trying?" Kaylah responded.
" Its complicated, and you know I cant do that. So end your lecture right there and come do my hair." Trey snapped.
When everyone was finally ready, they knew there clique looked good. Gregori had on a navy blue True Religion shirt with black True Religion jeans to match. He complimented his feet with some navy blue and white NB. Kaylah had her long Brazilian hair up in a messy bun and her make-up was put on with perfection. She wore vintage True Religion short with a French Terry Camo Top. Black low-top Dr. Martens complimented her little feet.
" Aint nobody fuckin with my clique!" spueaked Trey. " Shut yo lame ass up and drive!" snapped Gregori. Not wanting to start anything Trey led the team to a night that would change everything forever.
Im not what they call a writer. But please give my piece a chance, Let me know if I should even continue. Please leave comment and give feedback. Dont be to hard on me, I am new to this.
