𝓛egal 𝓓esire 💎 (UNDER EDITING!)

Chapter 2: How To Talk

Vea's POV

           "Ooouu bitch we look like some fucking baddies from the valley okuurr?" Isla grinned as she did a 360 in her full body mirror. She flipped her long curly black hair behind her back as she did a pose. "We about to deadass be lit." She exclaimed in a hype way.

I looked up from my phone from lurking on Facebook and looked at her outfit. She was wearing a skintight wine colored strapless dress. A slit was going up her right leg, showing just the right amount of her thickness. You could see her kiss mark nipple piercings and her belly piercing through her dress, the outfit hugging her body in all the right places. Her black hair was perfectly curled and went down her back to her tailbone. My best friend truly looked like a bad ass bitch.

"Bitch you know you look good. What about me though? I feel like I look hit." I looked down at my outfit and frowned. I was wearing a skintight wine colored strapless dress that stopped above her knees, hugging every curve on her body. It had a slit going up her right leg, exposing just the right amount of her thickness.

"You look like a baddie my girl c'mon now. You even picked the outfit so why you second guessing?" Isla raised an eyebrow at me and scoffed. "We definitely taking pictures too my girl."

"You right best." I looked at myself in the mirror to make sure I was officially looking like a snack.

Tonight was the first night of the 18+ project xxx party. Me and Isla definitely had plans on going to this shit and getting turnt off our ass. I'm not even gonna hold you but I'm deadass only seventeen. Isla was eighteen but I was only a few months after her so I would be legal and taking bitches baby daddies soon. Plus this was like a celebration party for Isla coming back from her vacation.

"Aigh you ready best?" Isla grabbed my wrist after spraying her Victoria Secret perfume all over her body. She grabbed her purse and led the both of us to her car as we were already hyped up about the party.

Dajon's POV

           "Yo nigga come on we gotta go to that party that shit gon' be jumpin'." My day one nigga, Kentrell, said. He was brushing his waves and fixing his white t-shirt in the mirror that was behind my door.

"You know how parties always end up nigga." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I normally was with the party scene and allat shit but lately niggas been feeling a wocky ass vibe. I was always ten toes down and alert, opps not about to catch me lacking fuck outta here. "Let me see a opp that blicky going through that nigga heart I put that on my deads."

"Aigh nigga chill you already know I got that cap on me you hurd?" Kentrell looked at me and said matter-of-factly.

I was deep int the streets with all this beef shit I digged myself in. I honestly ain't give a fuck to be honest cause I always held my own shit down, real nigga shit yo. No nigga ever put fear in my heart and my heart beat like that so if niggas was jumping off then I was on go on god. I was SK while my opps was some wannabe weirdo ass fake gang bangers. Niggas flashed they parents rent money and BB guns niggas was not scared.

"Fuck them niggas yo, HD(K) fuck you meaaan?" Kentrell snarled and clenched his jaw. He deadass ain't fuck with them niggas either and I ain't blame him. Niggas was plotting on him and allat shit nah that was gon' be deaded. Donzo ya hurd?

"Yeah fuck them niggas we gon pop out tonight. Bag some bitches get a lil smizzed and shit ya mean?" I shrugged and stood up, putting my hands in my pocket. "But if niggas want static they gon get murked on baby." I led the both of us downstairs out my house to the car.