Before The Lock Up

Lyrica Pov

So I decided to call Chance even though she gave me her number 3 days ago. I ain't never thirsty so I didn't hit her up that day anyways. I hit the number on my phone screen.

"Hello?!" She answered on the 3rd ring.

"Hey, this Chance?"

" Yo, this Ms. Lyrica? I've been waiting for your call."

"Yes, this me, had to give you a call to see What you about for real."

"Well, Ms. Lyrica, I'm all about getting my money by any means. So if my significant other is on the same thing as me, you ain't gotta worry about Nathaniel."

" Lmao I hope you ain't another hoodrat ass stud from Chicago because I'm grown ass woman. And I don't need a child at your big... How old are you?"

"I'm 32 years old love."

"Right your, big age. I'm 34 years old, a grown-ass woman, and I'm about my money as well.

Me and Chance talked for hours on the phone. She was making me laugh tremendously. I love the way she was making me feel. We talked about going on a date tonight, and I hopped in the shower feeling really good about her. I got out about 30 minutes later. I put Lotion on my Cavs and legs. I got my black dress that hugged my curves and put that on with my red bottoms heels, then I decided to bone-straight my hair. Putting on my Cuban links chain and my diamond studded bracelet to match. I spayed my Jimmy Choo perfume on my Carmel skin. I left my bedroom and turned off my room lights. To my surprise, Missy is not rolling up any wood but listening to sad music; this girl is in her feelings.

"Cus you're my boo-thang, Marcus!!!. Stupid thug ass nigga!"

"Best wrap it df up! Cus fuck him for real!" My bestie is not finna cry over this bum ass nigga. Sorry, not sorry.

"Best friend he trying though. Ugh!"

"Missy, let me ask you something. Why him?"

"Because that's my man, my man. And imma stick beside him. As a real bitch would Best friend. "

"I'm tryna figure out when you lost your way, Missy? Because you were never like this a year ago before you met him. "

"Well best friend, I need to get over his ass for real. With some new."

"Come out with me tonight; I'll call up Chance for her to bring one of her male friends, and y'all can double-date with us."

"Okay, that's fine. Let me go; get ready for this double date, bestie. " Missy got up from the couch and went into her room closing her room door. I called Chance's phone, and she answered on the second ring. (Big nigga energy. I like this consistency).

"Hey, ma ma?"

"I know you want it to be us two tonight but my best need to get out too and really under someone new. Can you invite one of your homies to come too please?"

"Fasho, I got you, ma."

"Just for the future record, Chance, Imma a lady, not a block bitch. Correct that nickname babes. Thanks." I hung up the phone.

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Chance Pov

Lyrica is a fiery shorty, for real; it just makes me wanna fuck her even more now. Like good God! She keeps playing with me. My homie Trey walked into my room smoking a wood on her phone.

"Here boy!" She handed me over the wood. I'm just saying Bianca smelled like a pissy fish market lord!. Here." She handed the wood back to me, still talking about the night she had with a female last night. Trey is funny as hell. We go way back to elementary school days. We are like inseparable Siamese twins; she is my homie for real. I got up from my king-size bed and jetted to my walking closet for clothes tonight.