MM: Shayla Shayla Shayla

June 1989

| Compton, California |

Shayla

I slept soundly, but that was soon to be interrupted as I felt as if something was crawling on my neck. I groaned as I smacked the side of my neck so hard it stung. My neck felt fleshier then normal, or maybe I am bugging since I am still half-sleep.

"Damn Shayla!"

I fluttered my eye lids open, seeing Eric standing over top me, rubbing the side of his face while wincing in pain. I finally opened my eyes all the way as I sat up in the bed.

"What's your issue?" I sleepily asked as I stared up at Eric, who was staring back at me.

"You aint have to smack a nigga...I was trying to be cute and shit kissing yo neck and you smack the shit out me"

Eric snatched the covers off me, exposing my naked body. I scoffed and snatched the covers back.

"Nigga it's cold, don't wake me up fucking with me Eric."

I laid back down and pulled the covers over my head. I didn't even know what time it was and he waking me up to play around. 

One thing he should know by now is not to fuck with my sleep or my food. I peeked from under the covers to see him still standing there, this time I noticed he was fully dressed.

My head appeared from under the cover as I sat up, leaning my back against the headboard.

"Why are you dressed? Where you going this time of morning Eric?"

"You don't listen to shit" 

He shook his head and walked away towards the dresser."

"What you mean I don't listen" I climbed out the bed as I followed him. "You ain't  say shit." 

"I gotta leave to finish touring baby I told you this." 

Eric turned to me as he handed the wooden brush to me, then licking his lips as he lustfully eyed my naked physique. I looked at the brush in his hand, then back up at him.

"What?" I asked.

"Brush my hair, what you mean what?"

I sucked my teeth, "What's wrong with your hair right now?"

Eric glared at me as he spoke. 

"I aint in the mood for one of Cube quotes right now La, come on stop playing and brush this shit I gotta hurry up".

"Gimme!", I snatched the brush out of Eric hand and brushed his hair into a puff.

Eric looked in the mirror and frowned. "A puff ball? Fuck am I supposed to do with this?"

"Eric aint you late? You wanted to play around last night instead of getting your hair done so I don't know what to tell you", I shrugged.

Eric waved me off as he started putting his pager and keys into his pocket. Everything was everything. I wouldn't say Eric is my official boyfriend again, he has one of many tasks to pass before we do this whole relationship thing again. 

If he can go the whole tour and I mean the WHOLE tour being faithful, then we can work something out. Until then, I'm technically "single".

I went to the bathroom, to do my routine of washing my face and brushing my teeth. I left out the bathroom and quickly going into my bedroom to find something quick to throw on. 

I placed a pair of gym shorts and my Nike pull over hoodies and sliding on my Nike sliders. As I walked into the living room and leaning on the small island near the kitchen. 

 All you could see was Eric little butt poking in the air as the rest of his body was inside the fridge.

He stood up, holding a water bottle in his hand and unscrewing the cap.

"You ready?" he asked before taking a gulp of water.

I nodded as I opened the house door. It was still dark as midnight outside for it to be 5 am. 

The tall palm trees that rested next to my apartment swayed slightly as the cool wind blew and car alarm was sounding off in the parking lot across from my apartment.

I turned around and watched Eric as he closed the house door behind him, following me out into the parking lot. I stopped at his car and leaned on the hood as he strolled over to me with his hands in his jean pockets. 

It seems like when everything goes well, it always must come to an end. But then again, while Eric is away, it gives me a chance to think about if I really wanna take it there with him again.

"Aye baby girl" Eric said as he slid his hands out his pockets and gently around my waist.

"Mhm"

"Ima miss you baby, don't be out here fucking 'round like the streets don't talk".

I waved Eric off and grabbed his jaw with my right hand. I stared him dead in his eyes as I spoke;

"No, you don't be fucking around, you know the MEDIA talks. Whatever you do you know I'ma hear about it" I emphasized, then bringing his lips to mine.

Eric kissed me with such passion that I started to moan. I wrapped my arms around his neck and welcomed his tongue into my mouth as his hands snaked it's way down to my booty. 

I felt him squeeze it tightly as he pulled away and started adjusting his "man-junk", as I'd like to call it, in jeans.

"Don't start man" he laughed.

I smirked as I watched him walk over to the driver side of his car, opening it and staring at me for a brief second. I folded my arms across my chest as the cool night air blew through my hair.

"I love you Shayla"

Hearing him say that to me made my cheeks instantly warm up and turn red. There is nothing like hearing the one you care for say those words to you.

I nodded and waved, "I love you too...Be safe, call me okay?''

"Right"

"For real Eric" I raised my eye brows at him.

Eric rolled his eyes and waved at me as he got in his car. I blew a kiss to him and he "caught it" in his hand and smiled.

I watched him pull out the parking lot and honk his horn at me as he drove off. I waved back until he wasn't in sight any more. I walked back into my house, closing and locking the door behind me.

I feel so bummed now as I strolled slowly across my carpeted floor, into my bedroom as my thoughts raced about the previous night. 

The promise ring, the whole Santa Monica Pier moment and him telling me he is gonna be faithful; it just seems too perfect, and from my knowledge; NOTHING is perfect.

Whatever's happen is gonna happen; whether I like it or not. If Eric is meant for me, then it will happen and I will be his. 

He can speak a thousand words describing that he loves me, but that won't mean anything if he doesn't change. Hopefully, this time he plays his cards right and realize I want two things;

To love and be loved.

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Present Day:

July 1989

Shayla

I caught my breath as I finished my morning run around the track and field with Rih. It has been exactly one month since I last spoke and seen Eric. I knew it was too good to be fucking true. 

I played myself short, thinking that he was gonna call me to let me know something. I haven't gotten a page, a call, a letter, nothing...

"Well..." I panted as I rested my hands on my knees and caught my breath. "I guess we're back to playing the crying game again".

Rih shook her head as she took a swig of water out of her water bottle. Rih and I run every morning together now since I told her I needed to get back in shape. 

I want that bad ass body like hers. She goes hard to keep her shape intact.

"I can't believe you took his ass back bitch" She rolled her eyes and pushed me playfully. "Making me bang that man shit up for nothing...make me sick"

I held my index finger up," Correction he isn't my boyfriend technically, and umm...Rih you wanted to do that shit any way".

I laughed as we walked around the track and just caught up on our busy lives. Rih and Cube are still rocking strong. Of course, they have their issues like any one in a relationship, that comes along with it, but they are crazy for each other.

"I asked Kim to come this morning but you know how she do, talking bout she aint sweating her edges"

I smiled. Yeah that was Kim. My cousin did not play when it came to her hair and makeup.

"Girl she so crazy, she'll be satisfied when Ren leave her ass for a skinny chick if she ever gets fat" I laughed.

"She has been eating a lot lately like she has this thing for brown sugar baked beans now, I smell pregnancy" Rih sniffed the air and laughed.

"Yeah well... it got of be one of us, it aint me" I pouted my lips and did a little dance.

"Shit!, Rih squealed and placed a hand on her hip.

"The way you let Ace and E dump they kids off in you like a daycare I'm shocked. How do you and Eric even have sex La? He is just so YUCK, small and clammy with greasy hair"

Rih shivered and made a face like she just ate the worst thing in the world.

I should have smacked the shit out of Rih for that slick ass comment, but I don't want to beat my best friend ass on this track. 

There is just some lines you don't cross, and that right there she did cross it but I feel good, so I'ma let it rock...this time.

I rolled my eyes, feeling my attitude switch flick on.

 "Don't play him bitch, Cube go hard with that curl activator too."

"Girrrrrrl" Rih rolled her r's and waved her hand in the air. "I was bout to play yo ass and snatch you bald, but I'ma let you live on this god gracious morning"

We did one last lap around the track and field. Oh by the way, your girl finished her last two classes. I am officially a College graduate as a Summa Cum Laude.

I maintained my 4.0 and graduated with honors at the top of my class. That's a big deal since science is a big ass field at Cal State.

I paged Eric numerous times to share the news with him, but evidently his tour is that important that he couldn't talk to me for five minutes. Fuck ass. As far as me attending the ceremony, I will attend December's commencement.

Despite all the chaos I been through, I am damned proud of myself, long nights of tears from Eric bullshit with the baby momma's and that thing... Tracey, the lying and cheating, slaving over homework, projects and exams. 

I am proud of myself, but I wish my mom and I were on good terms so she could see me walk.

More importantly, I am waiting on an answer from UCLA's David Greffen School of Medicine, and two other universities; Charles R. Drew University of Medicine and Science and finally. Weill Cornell Medical college in New York.

I pray to god that I get accepted to UCLA to pursue this medicine degree for pediatrics. I've came a long way; ghetto little black girl to College graduate.

Rih and I walked back to our cars. Cube managed to talk her into getting rid of that raggedy ass Toyota and ended up getting a Jeep like mines, just silver painted. I told her to holla at me later as we both hopped in our rides and pulled off, going in separate directions.

As I drove off in silence, I quickly looked at this promise ring on my finger and sucked my teeth. A whole 30 fucking days without hearing from him, we already off to a bad start.

Well...if he wanna be fucking around, which I am assuming, then I probably won't be around long baby. 

[ A/N : And that is my first update. Word to motha I did not expect to make a sequel so bare with me; I fake struggled with this but I know how I want this to go. Its bout to be a bumpy ride between Shayla, Eric  NWA and "Friends" so stay tuned. Thank you for checking this out. The next update is in the works.] 

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