Stoner

Déjà Vu

Leshelle's alarm clock went off. She turned around in the bed and looked at the time. It said 7:00 a.m and she turned it off. She was getting ready to go back to sleep when she remembered she had plans. She had to meet clients and to stage listings. Leshelle got up and got in the shower. Afterwards she brushed her teeth and tried to decided what to wear. After 5 minutes of debating she decided on a black pencil skirt and a red shirt. She put on some black red bottoms to go with it. She combed her hair down. It had grown to middle on her back. She combed a little to the side so it came in front of her eyes. After being satisfied with the way her hair was, she grabbed her red MK handbag, keys and iPhone 5s and went outside and locked the door behind her. She got in her Black Mercedes Benz and crank the car. She turned on her phone. Now it was 7:50 a.m. Leshelle alot of missed calls. She saw she had two from her clients and five from her girl, she had none from Darren. If the nigga wanna be that way fuck em Leshelle thought. She shoot it off and went on bout her business.

Darren was at home having a blunt when his phone went off. He looked down at it. It was some dude name Black that he sold some weed to.
"Sup my nigga," said Darren puffing on the blunt.
"You gotta quarter ounce?" asked Black.
"Yeah."
"Meet me at Cash Out tonight 7 or so."
"Ight,bet," said Darren and hung up and put out the blunt.
He dialed Tariq's number and after one ring he answered.
"Aye meet me at Cash Out tonight at 7 and bring the crew," Darren said instantly.
"The crew? What the fuck going on?" Tariq questioned.
"A nigga wanna buy an ounce and I don't trust em so just in case the lil nigga wanna try sump I got my crew."
Ight."
Darren on some dark black jeans and busted him a sag and a white trukfit shirt. Now it was time to ride out.

When Darren got there he spotted Tariq and the crew. He gave them a handshake and tried to spot Black.

Leshelle and her girls decided to go out. She couldn't stay home all night moping about Darren. Leshelle was rocking some light colored skinny jeans with a lot of holes and a pink crop top.
"You look fine sista," said Kyra.
"You too girl," said Leshelle smiling.
They arrived at Cash Out and went to the bar, had a couple of drinks, and started dancing. As Leshelle was dancing she felt this nigga press up behind her. She turned to see who it was. It was a fine brotha. He was light skinned and had the prettiest, whitest teeth.
"You caught my eye from across the room ma. What's your name," said the sexy stranger.
"Leshelle," she said with a smile.
"That's a sexy name. I'm Tray but everybody call me Dark. Wanna dance?"
"Sure."
Leshelle didn't know that she had got herself in some major shit.