My Shawty: An Original Love Story Read online

  MY SHAWTY

  AN ORIGINAL LOVE STORY

  WRITTEN BY:

  TWYLA T

  COPYRIGHT NOTE

  © Copyright August 2016 Twyla T.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without prior written permission from the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher, addressed “Attention Permission Request”.

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE

  Published by Cole Hart Presents

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are strictly the product of the author or used fictitiously. Any similarities between actual persons, living or dead, events, settings, or locations are entirely coincidental.

  Text COLEHART to 22828 to sign up for the mailing list & for updates on New Releases.

  Also, check out www.colehartsignature.com for all Cole Hart Releases.

  DEDICATION

  This series is dedicated to my daughter, Amyra Charde’. You shouldn’t see this until a few years from now, but it will have the same meaning. Since I started writing, I know my laptop is all that I have been focused on in my spare time. You cracked jokes here and there about me not loving you, but deep down I hope from our talks you knew and believed that wasn’t the case. Having you when I was merely a baby myself made me grow up in more ways than one. Some of my dreams were revised, others were put on hold, but I know and believe that everything happens for a reason. Thank you for being patient. You said you know since I’m an author, I’m a millionaire (I don’t know where your thinking comes from), but by the time you read this, I hope to be on my way to that status. I want you to always follow your dreams and know that I got your back one hundred percent! I love you with everything within me!!

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  First, like always, I must thank God for giving me this gift and passion and to write. I am thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. It does get rough at moments because I am striving to be unique, but I am loving it. I find myself brainstorming plots and twists all throughout the day to keep you guys on your toes. This book by far, has been the most challenging because it felt like so much was riding on it. I hope that you all enjoy it. I have to thank two fellow authors who encouraged me to relax and keep going when I had doubts. Both of them allowed me to vent, and after I finished they pointed out the good in things. I’m normally the one giving advice, but I’m not too stubborn (anymore lol) to receive it. Thanks Author Sol and Princess Diamond!!

  Another young lady who helps out at the drop of the dime, Mz. Biggs. If you know anything about uploading paperbacks, you know it’s a headache, but Mz. Biggs always comes through. You are crazy, lol, but your good deeds do not go unnoticed and I really appreciate you.

  Shout out to CHP!! I’m proud to be surrounded by a team who wants to WIN! Keep grinding ladies! Without Cole Hart, there would no CHP, so shout out to you always!

  To my wonderful family, friends, and supporters, you guys are awesome. Especially those of you who rock with me in Twyla T’s reading group. I want to call names, but I’m not even about to set myself up for the kill lol! I love all of y’all! None of this would be possible without the love and support you all have shown. Stick with me please. We are going places!!

  As always, I would love to have your honest feedback to help me excel in my passion. When you are done, please leave me a review on Amazon, Good Reads, and/or any of my social media and I will reply. My Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter handles are all @authortwylat

  You may also email me at [email protected]

  Search Twyla T’s Reading Group on Facebook if you love my work and become a

  supporter!

  Other great reads by Author Twyla T.

  We Both Can’t Be Bae 1

  We Both Can’t Be Bae 2

  We Both Can’t Be Bae 3

  I’ll Never Love A Dope Boy Again

  I’ll Never Love A Dope Boy Again 2

  Chapter 1

  May 2016

  Nicole screamed Babyface’s name about five times and never got an answer, so she stormed into his room and the sound of his loud ass snoring met her before she opened the door. His mom noticed he had his Chicago Bulls comforter pulled all the way over his head and he was dead to the world. “Wake up Babyface!” Nicole yelled. When he still didn’t move, she went over to the bed and snatched the covers off of his head, and Babyface grunted loudly. “Get your ass up now!” Nicole fumed before walking back out of the room.

  “You get up too Vice!” He heard his mom yelling to his first cousin in the other room when she stepped into the hallway. Nicole was a gorgeous, five foot, two inches short woman with creamy caramel colored skin and an over the top attitude to match. Both Babyface and Vice tested her daily, but they knew when she meant business.

  “Man, it’s too early for this shit! Damn! I need a few more minutes of sleep,” Babyface whispered to himself after he finally sat up.

  “I’m already up auntie,” he heard Vice reply right away.

  “Look at this nigga, how the hell he always beat me up and his ass be out later than me,” Babyface mumbled while he flopped back down and pulled the covers back over his head.

  A minute later, his door swung open and his mom began screaming again, “Babyface, get your black ass up now. I’m not going to tell your ass again!”

  “Dang man! I’m up mama! I heard you the first time,” Babyface said with an attitude.

  “Well, it don’t look like your ass up, boy! Get up now! I can’t be late for work again, and I need to see y’all making some moves before I leave out the door. You want to eat, don’t you? You like having a roof over your head, right? Clothes on your back and shoes on your feet too… well, that shit ain’t free. I work hard to provide all this shit. The least you can do is get your ass up and get ready for school on time,” Nicole continued fussing while Babyface finally swung his legs on the side of his bed, stretched his arms and legs, then walked slowly into his closet. He kept his clothes ironed and on hangers, so that he would be able to dress quickly, especially in times like the one he was dealing with at the moment. He pulled out his black Polo shirt, a white tee, and a relaxed fit dark pair of blue jeans and laid them out on his bed. When he pulled out a brand new pair of red and black Air Jordan tennis shoes, his mom eyed him suspiciously because they were not a pair that she had bought him. He knew more of her mouth was soon to follow so, to avoid hearing anymore of her early morning tirade, he hurriedly ran to bathroom and washed his face, brushed his teeth, and hopped in the shower.

  Once Babyface was completely dressed, he stared at himself in the mirror and smirked. Standing five feet nine inches tall, the girls loved his smooth chocolate skin that resembled a Hershey’s chocolate bar. His almond shaped brown eyes, his athletic muscular body, and ripped stomach were a few of his best assets. Working out did his body great justice. He wore a low fade that framed his face and brought out his sexy eyes. He licked those sexy lips of his to give them a little moisture, while thinking about how the girls always told him he had kissable lips.

  Looking at his tats, Babyface flashbacked to when his mom had a fit the moment she finally saw the tattoos he had gotten behind her back. He had them on both arms. One tattoo was one that him and Vice had gotten alike to show their bond. They got a long link chain wrapped around their arm, with an infinity symbol connecting the words ‘Harris Brothers’. Even though they were cousins, Babyface and Vice considered themselves as brothers. The other
tattoo was one he had gotten to honor his mom; a heart surrounded by a collage of flowers in shades of her favorite color purple and her name written inside the heart.

  After she finished fussing and analyzing his tats, she smiled and gave him a kiss on his cheek because she was honored that he loved her enough to do that. If she asked him to stop getting them, Babyface knew he wouldn’t do it. He was addicted to the ink and knew there would be more to come. Babyface smirked before walking away from the mirror because he knew he looked good.

  “Listen, you two, don’t get in no trouble at school today. I don’t need no phone calls today. Vice, I know this knucklehead is your favorite cousin, but you better stop letting him get your ass in trouble,” Nicole chided before walking out the door on her way to work.

  Babyface and Vice collected their things for school and headed towards the door. “That’s some straight bullshit how she think yo ass is a saint. Yo mu’fuckin ass stay in mo shit than me hell,” Babyface uttered to his cousin, while they were walking out of the door and on their way to school.

  “I am a saint; you better get like me,” Vice chuckled and replied, while taking a toke of the blunt in his hand before passing it to his cousin. They made a pit stop by the store and only had five minutes to get to school before they would be considered late.

  “Damn, you would think seniors would have special privileges or some shit. Gotta be at school the same fucking time as everybody else,” Babyface fussed and said because he knew they were about to be late.

  Twenty minutes after classes started, the duo made it to school and snuck by the front office without being noticed. With the coast clear, the cousins headed down the hall towards their first class. From the time they became freshmen, Babyface and Vice set their class schedule exactly alike. They had ulterior motives. If one of them needed to skip school, the other would be there to get the assignments and what not. If they both needed to skip, they would have the same excuse, making it hard to pin one against the other. Unbeknownst to Nicole, they had established an “excuse plan” that would keep her from knowing about them missing school.

  “What up fools? We thought y’all was skipping again!” Derrick, one of their homies, yelled when they walked into class, causing everyone to bust out laughing. Both Babyface and Vice laughed with them and kept walking to back of the classroom to sit down. As usual, Mr. Brown continued working on his computer and ignored them. The teachers were just ready to get the next week over with and be free for the summer.

  By the time lunchtime rolled around, Babyface was alert and ready to eat and get his hustle on. Vice skipped and ate lunch before him and had everything set up in their spot, so Babyface could join and get things popping. “So, who up first?” Vice asked while pulling the dice out of his pocket when he saw his cousin approaching.

  “Let’s get this shit popping!” Babyface chirped while grabbing the dice from his cousin and bending down to throw them. Babyface and Vice were up by over two hundred dollars in less than ten minutes. Nic, Babyface’s best friend, was all in the mix, talking shit as usual. He was the life of the party, constantly joking people and talking mad shit. The constant hype man for the trio. When the three of them were together, the laughter was never ending.

  “Get all these pussy ass niggas money,” Nic chimed.

  “How bout we use these dice?” one of the cats who was losing said, while pulling some out of his pocket.

  “What the fuck you tryna say? You think we cheating or sum shit because you losing mu’fucka?” Vice yelled, becoming offended and angry.

  “Yeah, what the fuck you tryna say, you weak ass punk?” Nic quipped as he stood up.

  “I’m saying let’s use some different dice mu’fuckas. Y’all can take that shit however the fuck y’all want to, but I don’t see a problem with changing the got damn dice,” the dude challenged. The newcomer to the game was pissed off because he lost a hundred dollars in the first five minutes.

  “Nigga, we ain’t gotta cheat. We can use your mu’fuckin dice and still whoop your ass,” Babyface quirked, in attempt to keep his cousin and friend from going the fuck off, since they were at school and trying to stay out of trouble. He normally was in on the popping off, but he knew if Vice and Nic both got pissed, there would be hell to pay.

  Pretty much everyone knew not to fuck with Vice, who stood six feet, two inches tall and was ripped from head to toe with protruding shoulder blades. He was more addicted to the ink than his cousin Babyface, and you noticed immediately by the tattoos covering his body. Vice had smooth chocolate skin. Girls went crazy over his round hazel eyes with gold flecks. Vice had a low haircut with clearly defined waves and a mouth made for kissing and other things. He had his share of girls, but they never approached him the first time they saw him because of the mean mug he kept on his face. He was one who wasn’t to be fucked with. His patience with people was as thin as a strand of hair. He and Babyface worked out on the regular, and you could visually tell by looking at his six pack and muscular arms. Nic was the yellow nigga out of the crew. He was shorter than Babyface and Vice, standing at five feet eight inches with a wide set of hazel eyes, but he had the heart of lion. He backed down from no one at all. Outside of school, you wouldn’t catch him without his heat, a .44 Magnum.

  Babyface took the dice from the guy and won another forty dollars on the first roll. “Now what you got to say about that shit, you pussy ass nigga?” Vice asked the guy. The dude stood up and started walking towards Vice while talking shit. When he reached towards his pocket, Vice quickly punched him in the eye without hesitation, causing him to fall backwards. One of the guy’s partners tried to sneak up on Vice from behind, but Babyface tagged his ass before he had the chance to get near Vice and commenced to beating old dude’s ass, while Vice took care of his own business. Nic joined in with Vice, giving the nigga who had diarrhea at the mouth his hands. No one else dared to join the fight party, as the trio were whooping ass like it was nobody’s business.

  “Here come security!” one of the onlookers screamed and everyone took off running. Babyface, Vice, and Nic were too caught up in delivering ass whoopings to get away in time. They didn’t realize everyone had disappeared until they were all snatched up by security.

  ************

  Fuming and feeling very heated, Nicole was sitting in the breakroom, pissed the fuck because of the memo she read this morning when she made it to work. She had been working her ass off and she, along with everyone else, knew she deserved that promotion. Working doubles, covering shifts for people, going above and beyond the call of duty, and she was passed up for a promotion for the second got damn time. She sighed as she checked her bank account on her mobile app, while thinking about all of the money she just spent on Babyface and Vice for their senior class dues, invitations, pictures, and everything else.

  “Ugh, why the fuck did you have to leave us Jake?” Nicole quietly asked herself before letting her thoughts consume her. She thought about how comfortable they were before her husband died. Nicole always knew that, with the life he lived, anything was possible, but she hated the fact that he was taken away from them. Babyface was a hot head just like his dad and started following into his footsteps early on so, no matter how hard Nicole tried to prevent it, she just couldn’t. After Jake died, Babyface really started showing his true colors. He wouldn’t listen to her and got into more trouble than she could count. Not being able to have an open casket funeral was a thing that made Jake’s death worse for the entire family. Nicole hated to even think about it.

  “You wanna go grab some lunch?” one of her work friends asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.

  “Nah, girl. I’m fine today,” Nicole replied as her stomach was growling.

  She got up and went to the vending machine and grabbed a Snicker and a Coke. This will do until I get home to cook, she thought to herself. Nicole ate her lunch in silence and thought about the upcoming bills she had and told herself that something had got to give soon. When she stood
up to throw her trash in the garbage can, her cellphone rang. “Hello,” she quickly answered.

  “Hi, Mrs. Harris. We hate to bother you again today, but we’re calling to inform you that Jaleel (Babyface) and Mario (Vice) have been suspended for five days for fighting, and we need you to come and get them,” the caller informed Nicole.

  “What the fuck? Are you serious?” Nicole vented, not caring that she was taking her anger out on the innocent caller.

  “Unfortunately, yes. They will be in in-school detention until you get here to pick them up,” the secretary said before hanging up.

  Nicole hurried back to her floor and told her boss that she had an emergency at the school for her boys and quickly left her job. She was pissed the fuck off as she headed to the school. Driving down the highway, she thought about how she couldn’t afford to be missing any more hours from work over some bullshit, but there she was, leaving again because of foolishness caused by her hardheaded ass boys. “I just told both of their asses to stay out of fucking trouble. They only got a little over a week of school left and can’t even do right,” Nicole fumed.

  She made it to the school and sighed before going in. Raising two boys as a single parent was hard as hell. She knew the streets of Chicago were ruthless and the boys couldn’t be punks. However, she also knew they knew how to act at school, and it was always something going on with them. She made it inside and was updated on the situation, as she waited for them to come to the front. Nicole just listened. It was all she could do. She had no words. When the boys made it to the front office, she just stared at them. They knew she was pissed to the max, so they remained silent. The entire ride home was eerily quiet.

  “Jaleel and Mario, what the hell is wrong with y’all? I just told y’all asses this morning to stay outta got damn trouble, and this is what y’all do! It’s ALWAYS something going on with you two, whether it’s at school or in these crazy ass streets. I’m not a man, so there’s only so much I can do. I refuse to bury my babies, so here’s the deal. If y’all asses do one more muthafucking thing and cause me more drama, y’all moving your black asses down south with Big Mama,” Nicole fumed as soon as they made it in the house. She looked back and forth between her son and her nephew, who she was also raising in the mean streets of Chicago since her sister died eight years ago due to cancer. His dad was someone his mom had a fling with and she contacted him once when Mario was eight years old, but he never stepped up to the plate, so Nicole took him in with open arms.