NEVER2MUCH ; "Never Enough Sequel"

2 - Get 2 Know You

Today had to be one the weirdest days in a while. Wynter is psychic. That shit is maaaaad crazy like, I would have never thought. She claims she's an introverted, empath. That's wild.

"Sooo, since you're pregnant, I can make you a virgin Piña Colada and I'll make myself some margaritas or some something. Cool?" she offers.

"Oh no, I'm fine, thanks. Look, I don't want anyone knowing about this, Wynter."

"Got my word. Just have fun."

"Do you believe in abortion?"

"I believe in doing what the fuck you want. Your body, your choice. Four months right?"

"Right."

"Better make your decision before it's too late. Here in Cali you got up 'til you're six months. But let me get this straight, you said your baby's father is in jail right?"

"Yes."

"And you said he tried to kill you and your ex? And your cousin? Girl, unless you want to give birth to another sociopath, then abort fucking mission!"

She said that and I don't know whether to feel uncomfortable or what. Hearing someone else says it makes it seem so terrible.

"You're going to be okay. Just chill and let things flow on its own."

"I miss Alex...." I bust out.

"You're really sprung off this Alex guy. What he look like?" she asks then sits by me on my bed. I show her a few pics of him on my phone.

"Yeah he's sexy as hell. You go girlllll," she smiles and nudges me.

"Thanks. We had such an amazing summer. Like we kicked shit soooo hard. I wish he was here," I pout.

"Where is he?"

"He ended up going to USC. He was coming to UCLA with me but he ended up being able to keep his basketball scholarship there. Guess this school didn't want a recent recovered player."

"USC is cool, I know some people there. But anyway, you down to come to this party with me tonight? My cousin is throwing it and shit's gone be litty. You should definitely come...clear your mind, all that."

Hmmm..is this party what I really wanna do? I don't know.

"Why not go?" she read my mind. Damn she's good at this.

"I mean.."

"Girl...you're coming. I refuse to let you sit in this room and stress yourself out over this pregnancy, Jason..and Alex."

"Kason."

She smacks her lips, "You know what I mean. Come on. Let's get dressed."

She smiles, grab my hand and drag me out the bed. She's right, time to have some fun. No need to sit here depressed over this situation. Let me get fine as hell!

After about two hours of getting ready and blasting Wynter's bomb ass playlist through her bluetooth speaker, I can honestly say I'm ready to pop my shit! I have on a tight-fitted hot pink mini-dress that's hugging every inch of my curves. I have on some eight inch ankle-strapped Christian Louboutins and my make up is beat to the gawds. Wynter has on a strapless black leather mini-dress revealing her tatted back, and some matching black leather thigh boots. She switched her wig to a long straight dark purple thirty inch and switched her contacts to match her wig. She looks the fuck good! I actually love her style; it's edgy and unique. She's so lit right now because she's super high off edibles.

Okay so about Wynter Snö Green; she's a twenty-one year old brown-skinned beauty with dimples standing at a solid 5'6" with a petite shape, long gorgeous legs, and a calming, mellow personality. She's from Atlanta and received a scholarship here. She's an only child, raised on love but acts like she's had a tough childhood. Problematic in her own head, spoiled rotten by her music producer boyfriend Kash, psychotic, blunt, deep and freaky as hell. She showed me her "sex" box and I nearly lost it. Full-time fortune teller, part-time dominatrix. The bitch is something serious but I like her. She's different from any of the girls I've ever hung with. She loves changing her looks whether it's with a new wig, makeup look or contact color, and her outfits be grawny as hell. I fuck with it though.