Leaving Loyalty she left Karamel behind and became Camille Brown. She was in her senior year at Spelman University getting her Business Degree graduation was near and she was happy as hell. Camille couldn’t wait to open up her first Store.
Yup, I was back in ATL after 3 long years at the University of Florida, I had transferred back here in my Home town to be close to my best friend and just because I plain out missed the area. I was Stripping for my Tuition because the state of Atlanta denied my financial aid. So when I went to Florida I applied and the shit they sent me was next to nothing.
“Ms. Brown you would think that a pretty girl like yourself had a room to sleep in with a nice comfy bed. Now why would you come all the way to from your bed to sleep in my class? I don’t know, but I do know this is affecting your grade and that you didn’t come all the way From Florida back to Atlanta in your senior year to start messing up.” Ms. Evers said as she kneeled next to my desk.
“I’m sorry Ms. E! I had a very long night last night.” I rubbed my neck and stretched. Obviously trying to hide the embarrassment that I had gotten caught sleeping in my favorite and most important class!
“Just make sure you get you some rest pretty girl.” She said as she stood there with concerned eyes. I hoped like hell she aint want me to confess some shit to her. I knew there were rumors, but I never acted on them. If you think about it hell I wasn’t the first bitch to strip for my tuition, look at Diamond!
Gathering my things I got the fuck out of that class before she started to preach to me. I didn’t need that shit. Hell that’s why I didn’t go to church. For somebody to tell me I wasn’t living right was something I already knew. But hell it wasn’t like I was planning on stripping for forever.
“Nyla you want to come to the mall or some shit?” Karamel said as she drove her Cream white jag to the condo’s that her best friend and Murk shared and talked on the phone. I just knew she would say yes. My best friend was a big ass shopaholic. Her fucking closet was the mall. And it was some shit my bruh Murk always got on her ass about.
“Hell yeah come and get me before I go crazy! I miss Murk so much!” she sold her sob story over the phone. This pregnancy has by far changed my best friend into an emotional bitch who loved to complain and cry all the time.
“Girl Murk has only been on lock for 2 weeks! He has had business trips longer than that! You don’t miss him you miss that dick!” I said as I hurled over and laughed.
“Fuck you bitch! This little girl has me horny!” she said slipping up and telling me the sex the baby.
“So it’s a girl?” I squealed.
“Yes, it’s a girl. I found out yesterday.” She said full of excitement.
“Why you aint tell me yesterday?” I yelled.
“Cause hoe when I got home I was tired and sleepy! I’m sorry!” she complained.
“I accept your apology!” I said sarcastically.
“Mhm… Oh yeah and Murk doesn’t know so just keep your mouth shut please and thanks.” She slickly said. She knew I couldn’t really hold water. I told everything if someone asked in complete honesty. If you asked me right and just enough I would tell you the answer.
“Fuck you! I know how to keep a secret.” I said as I pushed it down the highway.
“The fuck you can’t!” she laughed.
“Bye Nyla, I’m on my way Fatty!” I said hitting her below the belt. Nyla was used to being slim with average sized breast and a fat butt. Her stomach was always flat naturally. I had to work on my invisible Abs faithfully at the Y. We both had Onions that would make the hardest and strongest nigga cry to his momma. It’s just that Nyla favored Keyshia Cole and I favored Megan Good except way thicker in my thighs and ass.
