Volume one

"I'm not even in the mood to go to school." I rolled my eyes drinking my orange juice as I put my bag on my shoulder.

"So don't go." My twenty-five year old sister, Emae, said shrugging.

"I gotta make up some work so I have to."

"Well then don't complain." She checked her makeup out.

"Where are you going?" I checked the time seeing I was late. "It's 8 going on 9, you usually hibernating at this time."

"I'm going to meet up with an old friend." She smirked.

"Old friend as in?"

"Old boyfriend but he looking finer and I'm tired of fucking these niggas so I'm hoping he came back ready for me."

"I hope you succeed." I shook my head making sure I have everything.

I walked out the house after checking my bag to make sure I had everything, I walked the ten minute walk to school. When I walked in people were barely in the halls but that was to be expected because first period started twenty minutes ago. I walked into the office to get a pass then walked to my locker taking my time since I didn't really wanna go to first period.

"Hey Mae." A girl named, Brenda, said walking up to me smiling. Stopping I returned her smile wondering why she was calling me by my nickname when I barely knew her.

"Hello Brenda."

"I was wondering do you do walk ins or do I have to schedule an appointment?" She asked making me think about it.

"I do walk ins when I'm not busy but It'll be better to schedule an appointment."

"Okay, how do I do that?" She asked.

"If you go on my Instagram, look in my bio, there's an website. It's my prices, what I can do, other picture of happy clients and makeup. When you schedule an appointment, make sure you tell me what hairstyle you want."

"Okay, thank you. I'll do that right now." She smiled walking away making me smile.

I was ecstatic knowing more people were finding out about me. I did hair and makeup but the thing that made me different from everybody else was that my prices are reasonable and I did a damn good job. I could do everything from box braiding, corn rolls, to dreads, faux locs, to sew ins, frontals, silk presses, whatever you name I could do it. I was currently trying to master doing a sew in over dreads but it wasn't as easy as I thought it would be.

I peeked from my locker seeing Tony walking towards me making me roll my eyes. Tony was a boy who didn't get when to leave you alone and it annoyed me so much, I wasn't a mean person but I just wished he would get the hint.

"How you doing Esme? You look beautiful." He spoke making me do a tight lip smile.

"Thank you Tony, I'm fine." I told him putting my books in my locker then closing it knowing the bell would be ringing in five minutes.

"That's good." He nodded. "Why didn't you return my calls? I wanted to see you again."

"See me again for what?" I scrunched my face up. "Just because we had sex don't mean we together."

Tony and I had sex but I really wish we didn't. It's not that the sex was bad-- scratch that, the sex was horrible. He came before me after a whole three minutes then couldn't get back hard and told me I had to suck him off to get him back hard. I was so turned off I didn't even care about getting my orgasm, I just wanted to get far away from him.

"What if I'm trying to be together?" He stopped in front of me smiling.

"Well, I don't." I said hoping he would leave me alone but of course he continued nagging me until first bell rung for second period.

I rushed in class cutting him off his sentence but I didn't care cause I wasn't listening anyway. Taking my seat in the middle of the class making sure I'm not too close to the front but not too far to be considered the back. I was the first one there so I pulled out my phone checking my calendar and email to see if anyone set up appointments, which they did.

Hearing some of the football players enter the room, I rolled my eyes, they were being loud as hell for no reason. I ignored them confirming some appointments making sure I gave the right time and day, I checked my schedule to see I had to do three heads today making me sigh. I was going to be exhausted.

"Ms.Santana phone up please." Mr.Turner said making me nod and put my phone up seeing everybody was looking at me making me look at them blankly.

"What you doing after school?" Dyl asked.

"Hair." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm coming home with you."

"Okay." I nodded.

Dylan was the one of the people I considered a friend, we've been friends since freshmen year but got real close this year. Besides my sister, it was only three people I trusted and Dylan was one of them. I loved her because she was like another me which sometimes was annoying since we clashed a lot but I still appreciated her.

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"How many more heads do you have to do?" Dyl asked after I finished my second head. I walked into the kitchen getting something to drink.

"One more than I'm done."

"What you doing?"

"I don't remember, I believe a sew in."

"So did you finally decide what you wanna do for your birthday?"

"No, I might just go with Mae to the club and enjoy myself since you know I barely have friends."

"I'm self inviting." She said making me laugh.

"Bitch you know you always invited."

"Your butt is really getting fatter, who you been fucking?"

"Girl, who haven't I been fucking?" I sarcastically remarked making us laugh.

"Can I spend the night?"

"You know I don't care. You got clothes in there, if you wanna take a shower."

She nodded going towards the back to my room, I shook my head hearing the doorbell. Knowing it was our Chinese food, I went to the door handing the Chinese man the money as he looked me up and down making me roll my eyes. I slammed the door then put the food on the counter immediately eating before she came.

The front door opened making me look towards the hallway as I heard voices coming closer. My sister, her best friends and four boys appeared in the kitchen laughing about something as I continued eating my food. Dylan came from the back and grabbed her food sitting next to me as I looked up.

"Mae, you know Chels and Brit already but this is Nas, Hendrix, Keyz and Black. Y'all this is my little sisters Esme and Dylan." I looked at all of them but stopping at the boy, Black.

His skin was light with tattoos embedded in his beautiful skin, his light pink lips were plump and very juicy. His shape up was clean as his dreads were in a messy bun with some of them coming out. When he smiled silver grillz were covering his perfect teeth, this boy was a gift from God.

"I got something on my face?" I heard making me snap into reality.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Do I have something on my face?" He asked making me scrunch my face up.

"No?" I questioned not really getting the question.

"So then it ain't no reason to be in my face like that."

"Unnecessary as fuck but okay." I shrugged going to get the door knowing it was my client. "Who is it?"

"Sherry."

I smiled opening the door letting her in, I led her to the living room where my sister and her company were now sitting making me roll my eyes. I told her to sit down as I pulled her hair out the pony tail feeling the texture of it.

"What you doing? Go in your room, you see we in here." My sister best friend Chels said making me look at her blankly.

"Girl, do you pay bills? You don't even live here, you better get out my face."

"You saying it like you pay bills."

"But I do."

She said something else but I ignored it pulling out some needle, thread and everything else I would need. "Do you wanna go in my room or are you comfortable like this?"

"I'm comfortable." She answered making nod as I started parting her hair while asking how she'll want it.

"Let me see the weave you have." I told her. She pulled it out making me cringe at the weave, I touched it and it was shedding and felt real stiff.

"Girl, that weave is horrible. What you bought that from a crackhead?" Chels said laughing making me look at her.

"And your wig not plucked right." I stared at her blankly as they laughed.

I walked into my room going to my draw getting three bundles then walking back into the living room seeing they moved into the kitchen. I showed her the bundles as she looked confused wondering what I was doing.

"These were my homecoming bundles but I can order more, go get your money back from whoever gave you those." I told her.

"I don't have enough money to buy bundles from you."

"I'm not selling them to you, the only thing you are paying for is to get them installed. The weave is on me boo."

"How many inches are those? What type?"

"20, 22, 24 and Malaysian."

"Inches bitch!" Dylan yelled with Chinese food in her mouth making me laugh.

"Thank you Emae."

"You welcome, we can't have you looking like anything." I smiled making her smile. "Let me go put some pants on and I'll be right back."

Walking out, I walked past them in the kitchen but right before I could get to my room, one of the boys called out for me.

"Yes?" I turned not knowing if this was Nas, Hendrix or Keyz.

"Where the bathroom?" I looked at him blankly because the bathroom door was literally right in front of his face, it said bathroom on it.

"Right there." I said slowly pointing at the bathroom.

"Oh okay thanks."

"You welcome."

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen tomorrow."

"Oh?" He raised a eyebrow. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you."

Stepping closer to me, he grabbed my arm. "I could give you something for your birthday you won't ever forget."

"No thank you, can you let me go?"

"Bitches always playing hard to get, you wearing these short ass shorts just begging for it." His grip on my arm got tighter as he came closer.

"This my house, I didn't even know anyone was coming." I winced in pain raising my voice. "Let me go!"

"Aye Nas, what you doing?" I heard Black say.

"Just talking bro." He answered as I looked at Black while he looked back at me.

"Seem like she don't wanna talk, we bout to leave anyway. Let's go."

"Alright." Nas backed up letting me go as I walked into my room closing the door. I quickly slid on sweatpants then went back out seeing nobody there but Sherry and Dylan.

"Okay, let's start." I shook my head.

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"I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right!" We all rapped along to the music. I looked around laughing at the men in the crowd.

We were at the club my sister works at celebrating my birthday, I was tipsy not too drunk but Dylan? Oh, she was done. I bobbed to the music rapping all loud just like the rest of the girls in the crowd as the men mugged us.

"Ayeee! Y'all ladies lit tonight, huh?" The DJ yelled as we cheered. "Lemme cut y'all turn up to shout out to the birthday girl Mae, where you at Mae?"

The spotlight went around until it got to me making me smile. "I've known that little nappy headed girl since she was running around in diapers." He said as we all chuckled. "Yell happy birthday to my lil sis." 

"Happy birthday!" They all yelled making me smile.

"Thank y'all." I mumbled still smiling. 

"Lemme introduce y'all to the hottest nigga that's bout to make it big! Y'all already know em, the females love em and the males envy em but won't dare try em. Aye Black, come out here fool!"

I was confused knowing I heard the name Black before then there he was. Black walked out with Nas, Keyz and like three other boys with a mic in his hand as the DJ dropped the song.

"I remember everything was different, when I tried to get a job and make some money I was living on the street. I walked a lot of miles and nobody was hiring and I had to stand in line to get something to eat." 

I nodded to the music as everyone was bobbing and some rapping along, I listened to the lyrics liking it. He didn't rub me off as the rapper type but he was actually good, better than good. Keyz was his hype man making me laugh as he leaned down touching females hands and dancing getting the crowd lit.

Once the song went off, I went to the bar ordering hotwings and a cranberry juice, I didn't feel like drinking right now. Girls started rushing to the bar as I looked around waiting for my food, I made eye contact with Black as he licked his lips. I broke contact as I heard Richie passing me my wings and drink.

"Hey Mae, happy birthday." A girl named Fran said making me smile as I hugged her and said hey to her friends.

"Thank y'all." I smiled.

"Y'all saw Black? That boy grew up, he so damn fine now." Her friend Cassie said.

"That beard growing in got him looking like a buffet and y'all know I love my food." Her other friend, Jada said making us laugh.

"He alright." I downplayed it as they all twisted their lips to the side.

"Alright? Go get ya eyes checked." Fran laughed.

"He's rude as hell so yeah, he's alright. I hate fine ass people with ugly personalities."

"I ain't for you to be pleasing." I heard from behind me making me roll my eyes.

"Hey Black, ya music nice." Cassie touched his arm making him look at it.

"Why you touching me?" He asked making me snort since I wasn't trying to laugh.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She quickly removed her hand still smiling in his face. "You could really spit though."

He ignored them sitting at the bar stool next to me ordering a drink while I continued eating my hotwings not even sparing him a glance. I wasn't about to get embarrassed how Fran and her girls just did, not me. He did look good but not that good for him to play me like that, I was better than that.

"Lemme get two shots of Hennessy!" Keyz yelled over the music then looked over at me. He downed his shot then looked at me again. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you."

"You turning 18 right? I hope that's juice in ya cup youngin'." He joked as I continued looking at him.

"It is." I said blankly.

"What I do to you? Why you got this stank face on?"

"I don't like ya friend so I don't like you."

"My friend?" He asked in confusion as I pointed to Black who was into his phone making him laugh. "Oh, that's my brudda! Why you don't like em?"

"He's rude as fuck."

"Yeah, he a cold hearted nigga but I apologize on his behalf for yesterday."

"Thank you but it's not from him so it barely mean anything."

"You always saying sorry to someone from my behalf, they need to stop accepting that shit cause it ain't from me." He looked up from his phone.

"It's no reason why you should be this bitter." I scrunched my face up.

"I got plenty of reasons to be bitter."

"Okay, we all do but do you see me walking around like someone killed my parents?"

"I didn't-"

"Don't really care." I stood up.

Before he could say anything else Dylan was pulling me in the middle of the dance floor as Travis Porter x Ayy Ladies blared through the whole club. The DJ restarted it over as I smiled watching all the girls twerk, I joined in smiling, No one wasn't going to ruin my mood, especially someone like him.

"If you got some good pussy say-"

"YEAHHH!" We all yelled.

He switched it to another song as we continued shaking our asses. The whole club was turnt up, it seemed like everybody were on their feet dancing. I felt someone grab my waist as I continued dancing, not even looking back.

Out of no where, people started running and I heard popping sounds. I stopped dancing as people pushed passed me, turning towards the direction I last seen Dylan I couldn't see her. She wasn't by me anymore, I looked around in panic still calling her name as people ran pass merely knocking me down.

My wrist got pulled forcing me to walk, I was trying to stand my ground but whoever this was is strong as hell. Once we got outside, I saw it was Black gripping my wrist walking me towards his friends making me upset.

"Why would you do that?!" I snatched out his grip looking around the crowd. "Dylan was next to me! She could be dead and you made me leave her!"

"Your friend-"

"Sister!" I snapped.

"Your sister is sitting right there with Keyz!" He raised his voice in annoyance.

I looked at the car behind him seeing Dylan clutched over while Keyz rubbed her back. She began throwing up then coughing, he handed her a water while holding her hair back. I walked over there wiping her mouth as she looked at me with her eyes watering.

"I was so scared I couldn't find you no more." She said hugging me as I smiled.

"She was yelling your name and pushing people to find you." Keyz said shaking his head.

"She was running towards the gun shots and yelling her name, they acting like they fucking white." Black said making everybody laugh.

"You okay? Still drunk?" I asked Dyl.

"Sober as hell now."

"Same." I shook my head. "Imma call our Lyft now."

"Nah, I'll take y'all." Keyz said.

"Nigga, you rode with me so how?" Black asked.

"Oh damn I forgot, well we could drop them off."

"You giving me gas money?"

"It's not that serious, I'll get a Lyft." I rolled my eyes pulling out my phone which was dead. "Greeeat."

"We'll take y'all." Keyz said glaring at Black.

"Aight, I want my gas money and you know I get premium gas." Black said to him.

We followed him to a black GMC Yukon Denali, Keyz opened the door for both Dyl and I, I thanked him sitting in the passenger seat as she sat behind me. I leaned my head on the window and before I knew it, I was getting nudged out of my sleep by Black.

"Here." I dug in my bag pulling out thirty dollars, he looked at the money in confusion. "Oh, thirty dollars not enough for ya premium gas?"

"Nah but why you giving me money? I wasn't gon really make Keyz pay me, I owe it to ya sister to get you home safe. She the reason I didn't let your retardation get you shot tonight."

"Retardation?" I repeated.

"Yeah like being retarded."

"I don't need a damn definition. I'm not retarded, you would've left your brothers but-"

"I wouldn't have left my brothers."

"Then you understand why my "retardation" was worth getting shot over." I mocked glaring at him.

"I would of been shooting back." He chuckled.

"Ugh." I scrunched my face up getting out the car, I don't see how anyone could find him attractive.

As I was walking in Keyz was walking out, I went in my room seeing Dylan knocked out. I yawned then followed suit knowing I was tired as fuck. Tonight was one hell of a night,.

I just hope this was the last time seeing Black rude ass.
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