Mixed Signals Page #27

 

"Aight yall lets go see some ass shaking" Lauren said and I then noticed the chick she had met earlier. "Mya this is Asia. Asia this is Mya." 

 

"Hey" we both said to each other. 

 

"Mya I need you to drive us." 

 

"Okay I don't mind." We all went to the separate cars. Lauren and Asia hopped in the back. I already knew they were finna freak. Laughing and shaking my head. 

 

Walking into Magic City, My eyes instantly got big seeing a stripper climb to the top of the pole and dropping into a split in full speed. 

 

"Tonight is going to me interesting" I said to myself. 

 

Chapter Twenty-Eight 

Mya's P.o.v 

 

                       

The next morning, I had a raging headache. Or hangover or whatever. Did I party hard? Yea. But I still remember everything. First, I watched the strippers dance. I admit they have hella skills. The niggas went crazy over them, actually throwing big face hundreds at them. Shhhiiittt, talk about fast money. Then a stripper named Stackz was going around giving lap dances.  

 

                       

"Mya you want one?" Lauren asked me. 

 

                       

"Naw, I'm good on that" 

 

                       

"Man have some fun, dang!" 

 

                       

"I am having fun, I'm here ain't I" 

 

                       

"As a damn party pooper.. Come on it's my treat." 

 

                       

Shaking my head remembering the $75 lap dance from Stackz , that Lauren paid for. At first, I was thinking $75 was cheap for Stackz to be Magic City's #1. Then I realized she only stayed in once spot for two minutes tops. So, $75 every two minutes is hella money. Sh*t, I'm not brave enough to be a stripper so props to them. Snapping back to reality I went into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water and grabbed some pills to relieve my pain. I went to pee and got right back into bed. Laying down I checked my phone for the first time since before I went out. A couple people asked me "What you doing" others asked "Where you at" , While this nigga Deontae blew my phone up.. Not one call, Not two.. but twenty-two times. I just shrugged and made myself comfortable.  

 

                       

45 minutes later I hopped in the shower. Once in there I realized I had started my period which upset me. Making a mental note to buy more tampons. Grabbing the soap to wash every part of me. Then at the last minute I decided to wash my hair. Grabbing my shampoo I took my shower cap off and rubbed the shampoo in. After doing that I conditioned my hair and was heading out.  

"that didn't take too long" I said to myself. I proceeded to dry off while singing "Parking Lot" by Nivea. 

 

                       

" Well, it's a 11 O'clock right on the dot. And I had this feeling I had to see my shawdy. To see my homie But it's gotta be with the quickness Gotta get back home to my man, before he miss this,Are you with this, I'm telling youuuu..."  

After putting my tampon in I pulled my panties up. I didn't put on a bra.. Hell it's my down day.  

singing again...  

" I'm at the drive through right beside you ready to take your order. Take you right here in the parking lot! I'm gonna make sure it's hot for you, like you like it, good for you, like you like it , ohh. Taste it right here in the parking lot .. " 

Grabbing my hair brush I started acting like I was performing on stage in front of millions. I continued to sing. 

" And I got to stop cause we in the drop ..But I just got to 'cause I got a man, but you understand, that he is not youuu.And I can't help it I'm gone meet you here tomorrow night I'm telling youuuuu" 

 

                       

Laughing at myself I started to brush my hair. It was so pretty and wavy when it was wet. Looking at myself . I put mousse in my hair so I could accomplish the "wet hair" look when it dried. Cleaning up behind me I existed the bathroom. Going back into the kitchen I grabbed more pills and popped to relieve the pain from my period before it started. My cramps were hard to bare. Shaking my head at the sh*t we go through as females. Plopping down on my couch with my phone, remote, and cover. Making myself comfortable, I checked instagram. The first thing I see is Nyla posing . I double tapped and clicked on her page. Lurking was indeed the word. Stunned, I clicked on a picture of her and a guy kissing with the caption "What's understood don't have to be explained. ."  First I figured it was an old pic from her lil boyfriend in Nashville. .. but the comments spoke otherwise. All her Nashville friends asked "who is that.." While,  Nyla didn't respond to them... I wanted a answer. Dialing her number,  I awaited a answer.. 

"Hey big sis" 

"Whats good Nyla  ?" 

"Im straight. you? " 

"Girl I'm fine. Just started my period and sh*t." I moaned in a little pain. 

"Shh man I know the feeling. Today should be my last day." 

"Lucky" 

"What you doing Mya?" 

"On instagram..." 

"Aw yea,  I saw you just double tap." 

"I clicked on your page rightt.. and girl who is this you kissing" 

"I met this guy.." 

"And .."  

"His name is Marcus.. and I met him when I first got here. But just met up again a few weeks ago. ." 

"You been keeping secrets. ." 

"No, Mya" 

"Yea ok. Be careful out there sis." 

"I know and I will. You dont have to worry" 

"Oh,  I won't. You have too much to loose to be out here acting out. " 

"Exactly. " 

"Aight  , well have fun . I'ma catch up with you later. " I said hearing a knock on my front door. 

"Aight One." 

"One." 

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