Shayla

I sat there on my couch, staring at the big letter sized enveloped that laid on my coffee table. It had big blue letters, UCLA stamped across it. I was nervous as hell, feeling like I am gonna vomit my life across living room. 

I had Rih and Kim here with me since we just came from Olive Garden, having lunch.

"Well.... are you going to open it or you gonna sit there and continue staring at it?" Kim asked as she scarfed down her Fat burger milk shake.

I shook my leg as I stared at the letter, I was already upset since I gotten home. Charles Drew didn't grant me admission and Weill Cornell is taking forever to send me an answer. 

I handed the envelope to Rih and had her open it for me.

"I'm too nervous, what if I don't get accepted?" I trembled.

"well at least you'll be rich, just get pregnant" Rih smiled.

I glared at Rih and rolled my eyes, "Oh get fucked by Eric and have his kid to sustain a future for me and my child. I think the fuck not"

"Hey... them other bitches did it, and they getting 50 grand a month for just having his big head ass baby. you fuck him, might as well get something out of it."

Rih shrugged and slid her finger across the top of the envelope.

"Ima tell Cube you said that" Kim chuckled and started eating her hamburger.

I don't see how this girl is still eating, she just ate a big ass plate of Olive Garden's Tour of Italy and now a double hamburger from fat burger. It is gross to see how much she eating.

She has gotten a little thicker in her thighs and cheeks but everything else is still small.

"Kim, are you okay?"

Kim nodded and smiled. "Yeah boo, why?"

I twirled my thumbs and side-eyed her.

"Well...we just came from eating and you- "

"Cause bitch you eating like you a fat ass, you pregnant?" Rih cut me off.

I smacked my forehead, this bitch always does the absolute most. Kim put her burger down on the table and looked at us with sadness in her eyes.

"...I can't fit into my size 4 anymore" Kim lowly spoke.

"Well I never could so don't feel bad" I lightly laughed.

Kim didn't laugh though. Not one smile formed across her face. Next thing I know she was burring her face in my favorite Nike tank top, getting tears and all that damn make up on it. 

 I shot a look at Rih who shrugged as she took the letter out of the envelope.

"He's gonna hate me I know he is" Kim cried into my chest.

"Who's gonna hate you?" I asked as I rubbed her back.

".... Damn La" Rih sighed as she continued reading my letter from UCLA.

I shifted in her direction as I continued rubbing Kim back. Too much shit happening at once. Kim crying, Rih reading this letter like I received bad news and I am trying to still figure out why Eric hasn't spoken to me.

"Ren aint gonna want my baby, he not gonna want it La" Kim cried louder.

"You gonna be mad as fuck La" Rih giggled as she handed me the letter after she folded it up.

"WHAT? YOUR PREGNANT!" I looked at Kim with my mouth open from shock. "And why ima be mad Rih what the fuck did it say?! READ IT!!!!" I shrieked as I handed the letter back to her.

As I was about to curse out the both, my house phone started ringing. Rih picked it up and answered for me. I looked at her face expression as she spoke on the phone.

"Who wants to know?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"Who is that"? I mouthed.

I continued rubbing Kim back who was still rambling on about how Ren aint gonna want her baby and how he is gonna leave her for some white bitch up in Baldwin Hills when she gets fatter from being pregnant. I know she aint that damn crazy.

"Yeah she here...I... Boy carry yo...I know you aint talking, calling some body scandalous you half pint greasy...- "

I snatched the phone from her and twisted my lips at her. Just from those words, I knew she was talking to. I placed my ear to the receiver as I felt all emotions running through my body. 

Eric better have a good excuse as to why he hasn't called me in so long.

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Eric

"Man, put Shayla on the phone always talking shit with yo scandalous ass"

I didn't expect this bird bitch to answer baby girl house phone. I finally got the chance to call Shayla. I been extremely busy with the tour and shit that I lost track of time. 

I know she bout to light my ass up, she probably thinking I'm out hoing around.

"I know you aint talking, calling some body scandalous you half pint greasy...- "

"Hello?" Shayla answered.

"Wassup baby, I miss you" I smoothly spoke into the phone.

I heard her sigh as it was slight commotion going on in the background. It sounded like someone was crying. I heard someone in the background screaming;

"I'm gonna be a fat bitch and he's gonna leave me bitch don't you understand!!!!!".

"Who that?" I asked while laughing.

"...Kim, will you shut up please, Ren is not leaving you!" Rih screamed in the back ground.

The first time I get to speak to my baby, I gotta deal with a bunch of fucking noise from her dramatic cousin and her no ass having friend. 

I rubbed my hand down my face as I sat on the end my bed flicking through channels.

"Why Ren leaving?" I chuckled.

"Eric why haven't you called me?" Shayla whined into the phone with that sexy ass New York accent.

I licked my lips as I listened to her. The sexiest thing is when she gets mad and start speaking in that Island accent and shit. All that broken English shit turns me the fuck on. 

I be ready to fuck her soul out her body.

She aint even answer my question and I knew that question was coming. She aint gonna buy this answer a nigga about to give her.

I sighed.

"I been real busy with the tour, meetings, getting Michel'le ready for her debut and shit baby"

"You really expect me to believe that who the fuck is busy for 30 days straight?"

"Have I given you any reason to think I was bullshitting La? C'mon I gave you my word and that was it"

"Yea you were MIA for 30 days Eric" She sighed. "I just miss you that's all" she lowly spoke. "I got some good news to tell you"

"Oh yeah? what's that you pregnant and bout to have my daughter?" 

I giggled and laid back on the bed.

"Eric...No. I actually finished my classes... your girl a graduate" I heard her smile through the phone.

I smiled even brighter. My girl killing it. I was proud as fuck for her. We been through so much but she didn't allow all that shit to cloud her head. She kept focused and got her shit done. 

I respect that shit. I only got my GED, she did what I did times two.

I'm just glad I aint waste my money. When we broke up, I still payed her semester balances. How else she thinks she was cleared for every semester? 

They sent those financial letters to my house.

"You killing it baby, that head aint big for nothing" I laughed into the phone after I heard her suck her teeth. 

"I'm just playing, we gotta celebrate, you figured out what school you going to for that doctor school shit"

She giggled a little before speaking, "Well I have a letter from UCLA medical school"

"You opened it?".

Silence.

"Shayla?" I said a little louder.

"Oh shit..."

I sat up in the bed and pushed the receiver closer to my ear. What the fuck is going on over there.

"Yo...Shayla.... Hello"

I heard a high pitch cry into the receiver of the phone, causing me to pull my ear away from the phone slightly.

"...You ain't get in baby...I am so. -"

I heard her heavily pant as her voice cracked in my ear. Damn man, all my girl wanted to do was be a doctor and make change in the world.

"Dear Shayla Grant. Congratulations on your acceptance to the University of California Los Angeles David Greffen School of Medicine!" Shayla screamed into the receiver.

"HELL, YEAH BABY!!" I screamed loudly and banged the desk in excitement.

"IMA BE A DOCTOR ERIC, OH MY GOD"

"Hell, yeah you gonna. -"

"YOOOOOOO E COME ON NIGGA "

I looked up as my room door busted open with DOC, Yella with their shirts off, jeans unbuckled and some groupie bitches standing there with them laughing and drinking out the bottle of 8ball. 

I frowned as the music from their room, which is next door blared into my mines.

"Mann what the fuck are yall doing?" I spat.

"Nigga its Hella bitches out here and you cooped up in the room, bring yo ass nigga" 

DOC slurred as he smacked the light skinned girl on the ass causing her to laugh hysterically.

"Man, I'm in here on the phone! Get the fuck on" I said with clenched jaw and eyes wide.

"Awhhhh come on Eazy, don't be that way honey" The girl on Yella arm said to me as she eyed me up and down.

She stood there with big curly brown hair, green eyes and she was a slim one. All she had on was a red bra and short ass shorts that her ass cheeks hung out from.

"Who was that?" I heard Shayla ask.

I covered the phone receiver and whispered to DOC and Yella. 

"I'm on the phone with Shayla! Yall tryna get me killed or something?

"My friend Jadae would love to meet you she coming up now" 

The girl smiled and licked her lips at me as she grabbed on Yella through his jeans.

"Jadae! Who the fuck is Jadae!" Shayla screamed through the phone.

"Baby I don't know no Jadae.... Yall get the fuck out" I yelled.

"Eric Lynn Wright, if you doing what I think you doing...- "

"I aint doing shit! just cause you hear some bitches you assuming I'm cheating!" I spat.

"HELL YEAH, you forget you track record?" 

I rubbed my hand down my face as I watched Dre walk in my room too which Michel'le loud drunk ass.

"Wass going on E! I am ready to perform Baaaaaaeeeby" Michel'le slurred in her squeaky ass annoying voice in my face.

I scrunched my face as I smelled the vodka and weed on her breath. I banged the desk and started screaming, making my voice high pitch as fuck.

"Oh, no no no yall gotta raise the fuck out my room, I'm on the phone with my girl get the fuck out!"

Michel'le sat on the bed, damn near sitting on my lap and reached for the phone "Who Shayla? HAYYYY biotchhhh" she burped and smiled.

I pushed her off me as Dre grabbed her and started screaming at her, yanking her back into the other room. The fuck he bring her ass in here for? I felt myself getting upset each time I breathed. 

I looked at DOC as he waved me off.

"Who needs a girl when you can have 10 more sucking yo dick right now nigga, Live life baby!" DOC yelled and laughed hysterically and rubbed his face into the girl titties.

This nigga was tripping hard. He gotta be fucked up. I normally would be too, but I just want to have a simple conversation with my girl and I can't even get that.

"Hey everyone"

I looked up and seen a girl with sun kissed brown skin, full lips and long black hair standing in the door way. I felt all the blood rush to my dick when I see her. I see plenty of woman, but this bitch was beyond bad. 

She had on white high waist shorts and a black bra with the lace covering her nipples.

"Who the hell is this? Jadae?" Yella asked.

"Eric Lynn Wright, you better say my name" Shayla spat.

"oh, he not saying your name bitch run up let's go!" I heard Rih big mouth ass instigating in the background.

The girl looked in my direction and a smile crept over her face as she waved at me, eyeing a nigga. I shook myself out my trance and focused back on Shayla. 

I ran my hand down my face as she cussed me out, with her accent getting thicker.

"Damn Shayla! I hear you and aint nobody doing nun! you give me no credit" I sighed.

"We'll be next door nigga" Yella signaled for everyone to leave once he seen how the conversation was about to go between me and Shayla.

"See you around Eazy" the girl waved and batted her eyes at me as she followed DOC and her raggedy ass friends out my room, closing my door.

"You out there fucking around that's what you're doing!"

"Shut that shit up what is wrong with you?!, didn't I just tell your simple ass that I aint doing shit. I can't win, you heard me tell them I'm trying to talk to my girl I confirmed It and you still trying to accuse me of doing shit. I been beating my dick for 30 days and you telling me I'm cheating!'' I raised my voice.

You know how hard it is for a nigga like me to turn down thousands of pussies just for one that I aint fucking on a regular basis? That shit hurt a nigga dick and pride man.

I heaved a sigh as Shayla spoke with hostility in her voice.

"But that don't mean anything, you still could be telling me anything you be so busy and forget to call me! are you serious?!"

"Lemme ask you something, would you rather have an unloyal nigga or a nigga that forgot about you because he was working?"

I heard her get quiet.

"Do that sound fucking logical to you, both muthafuckas are bad".

I rubbed my hand down my face in annoyance. I leaned forward, holding the phone with my ear.

"Look Ima fly you out here to Alabama next week two days before our concert. Ima have some down time and I wanna spend time with you and I aint taken no for an answer. So, let your job know you gonna be gone & don't tell me you got school cause I know you don't"

There was a brief silence before Shayla responded. I heard her exhale.

"Fine"

"Okay?"

"Okay" her tone softened.

"Aight, ima go now I'll call you later okay?"

"Fine Eric"

"I love you" I bit my bottom lip as a smile crept across my face.

"I love you to Eric...Bye" 

I could tell she was  smiling through the phone, but with a hint of sadness.

"Bye."

I hung up and shook my head. I almost lost my girl again and I wasn't even being a dog. But damn, that Jadae girl was something serious. 

I aint saying that my girl isn't but when you having fucked something in a while and you see something like that, you gotta stare. At the end of the day I am a nigga.

I stood up and headed over to DOC and Yella room to see the rest of my niggas and get fucked up. I aint tryna fuck nothing up with Shayla, but I gotta say something to Jadae. 

Aint nothing wrong with friends, right?

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Joie Chavis as Jadae

[A/N I hope yall like this update ; decided to do one before I started studying. Lemme know what ya think and feel about this "Jadae" person. Is Shayla tripping hard?]

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