Welp, writers block is a pain in my ass. I tried to throw something together though. I was legit about to take the story down because I wasn't feeling it as much as the other one I have brewing up in my head. But because I love you guys, lol I tried!

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Zahra Ellis

I stepped out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my body. I had an outfit set out on the bed for tonight. I always enjoyed getting ready earlier than everyone else, so that I wouldn't have to rush my beat.

Although, I wasn't in the greatest of moods; I knew that tonight I would consume enough liquor to get my mind off of everything.

I sighed, ran my fingers through my wet and wavy hair so that it wouldn't tangle up, before stripping down to nothing. I put on my bikini and threw a little black knit matching set on top of it. I sat in front of the vanity of Monet's room and my phone sat on the table of it. I powered it on, and messages came flooding in; mostly from Preston of course. Letting me know that he missed me, that he was sorry, was having a miserable time and wanted me to come back to him. Aaliyah had also sent a few letting me know that Preston was going crazy without me. I got one from Monet letting me know she wouldn't be coming home until later tonight, hopefully I saw her tonight because I really needed to vent.

I replied to Aaliyah and Monet before turning my phone back off and looking up at myself. Startled, I nearly jumped out of the chair. Karla stood behind me, leaning in the doorframe of the room. "What the hell.." I said clutching my chest. "What do you want?"

"Well first of all; this is my house." She shut the door behind her, "second of all... while I sat in my room, I came up with an idea that I'm going to need your help with."

"And what might that be?" Karla waltzed over to me, she placed a paper towel onto the vanity and wrapped between it was a couple blue pills. "I'm not taking those." I said.

"Well good thing they aren't for you." She chuckled. "They're for Myles..."

"Why would I give these to Myles?"

"For two reasons... 1, I need you to sleep with him and make sure that little sneaky slut Monet witnesses it; she may think I don't know but trust me when I say I know everything. At first, I was going to ignore it, but now she's becoming disrespectful and I'm going to need her to back the hell up. I also am starting to feel bad about creeping with Elijah, so I need him to have some guilt on his plate as well."

"I can't possibly do that."

"Oh yes, you can and you will." She took the brush from the vanity and stepped behind me, Karla began brushing my hair. "Second reason is because I'm pregnant, and I need to find a way to plant it on Myles, he's the only one fit for the job. I plan on replacing his condoms with a box of expired ones that I have, he watches those like a hawk but if he comes home high I'll be able to take advantage of him and plant them before he comes back to."

"You're crazy." I jumped up. "I want no parts."

"Oh... but you do." She tilted her head to the side. "Remember you got a rep to protect."

"You don't even have proof that I am who you are saying that I am, so I'm not worried."

"Only if that were true." She held up my ID, my brows furrowed and I tried to grab for it but she backed up. "Nuh uh, uh. Not so fast. You do as I say, and I promise to never open my mouth about this again."

"I'm not going to hurt Monet," I crossed my arms across my chest. "So, do what you gotta do... but that girl has been nothing but loyal to me and I don't plan on crossing her ever again?"

"Loyal?" Karla's eyes grew big. "Baby girl... you see how she came up in my house playing this whole memory loss game about not knowing who Myles is? See how good her acting skills were?" she scoffed, "those are the same acting skills she used on you when it came to Preston. The summer you went back home and your man stayed on campus to work? Last time I checked his dorm was under renovation and you allowed him to stay in your dorm until it was done, isn't it funny how Monet decided to stay for work as well? Why didn't you ask questions? Weren't you surprised about those passion marks she had, especially with her not having a man at the time?" she smirked, "Oh yeah, because you already knew the answer... but you were afraid to hear it out loud."

My heart sunk, and I chewed on the inside of my lip. "You're lying."

"Oh no baby, nothing but facts. Monet's been creeping with him the whole time."

"How do you know so much?"

She shrugged, "it's not always good to open up to someone you barely know Zahra, that's where you went wrong. You thought you made a new friend... but little do you know; you were talking to the enemy this whole time." She made her way to the door. "See you later tonight, when everything's done; because if not... all hell will break loose."

Monet DaSilva

"Now that right there, is gross." I screwed up my face as Dejounte dipped his fry into my milkshake.

"This slaps, you don't even know about this." He popped it into his mouth and let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Burger Broz always knows how to hit the spot."

"Definitely, my coach is going to kill me when I get back."

"So is my trainer, but you only live once. Right?"

"Right?" Dejounte leaned back in the seat of his car; shutting his eyes, while I tried to finish up the meal before me. After sitting through what felt like the longest charity game ever he finally lived up to his promised and brought me to the best place on the planet, allowing me to order to my hearts desire. It sucks thinking that in just a few days I would have to leave my Grilled Cheese Patty Melt, Chucky French Fries and Cheeky Monkey Milkshake all behind. If I could eat this all day if I would, matter of fact; I'm going to need Burger Broz to cater at my wedding.

"So did you enjoy the game?"

"Yeah, it was good. Some of those college players could have you running for you money in a few months."

"Oh, please. Most of them are good, but they need to work on toning down their cockiness."

"I agree." I nodded and took another bite from my burger.

"Were the cameras and paparazzi too much for you?"

"I mean... they could get some getting used to. The lights were giving me a headache but the attention felt nice I guess."

"You're about to get the same attention once you win Championships."

"If I win championships, that is."

"Which you will..." he glanced over at me. "Be positive, that's how you get the results you want. By working hard, staying positive and constantly speaking it into being."

"I'm just worried about the competition."

"Competition only makes you work harder." He leaned over and kissed my cheek. "I've watched your races on YouTube and you're untouchable boo."

"You watched videos of me on YouTube?"

"Of course, like I said in the beginning. I gave you my number and since you didn't use it; I had to take matters into my own hands and do my research."

"Thank you..." I pushed my hair behind my ear. "So, the charity game, you guys made so much money. Since we were late, I didn't exactly catch what it was going towards."

"Marginalized communities, families that aren't able to afford certain medical procedures."

"What kind of procedures?"

"Any, nowadays we hear a lot about cancer research and money to feed the poor in other countries but this charity that Wade, James, Shumpert and I hav come up with is much different. With the money raised and donated we supply those in low income areas with procedures they need. Whether it be money for things as minor as a flu shot or wisdom tooth removal, we supply money for glasses and sometimes eye surgeries. Then of course we have our extreme cases of cancer, infections, you name it." he tilted his head to the side, "all mans pain is different, that doesn't mean that just because one diagnosis is less than that they deserve less resources."

"I agree and I love the sound of that."

"Thanks, I'm just hoping it continues. Seeing how many people it has impacted; gives me the motivation to keep going."

"I'd love to help out one day."

"Say no more, maybe we'll do a benefit track and field meet one day." he sat up, and his voice filled with excitement. "invite some of the greats; Usain Bolt, Tyson Gay, Allyson Felix, Carmelita Jeter, Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce."

"I didn't expect you to know track like that."

"Of course, it's the only sport apart from basketball that I watch when the Olympics are on. I don't know if you know a runner named Destiny Garcia, she's a legend. That was her name before she was married and disappeared though, she was my mom's all time favorite and that's where I gained my love for it." he scratched his head, "ugh... why can't I remember her last name? it's something with a D.... Dennis... No... Donal... No... Da-."

"DaSilva." I swallowed whatever I had in my mouth and wrapped my burger up. "Destiny DaSilva, who was deemed the fastest women/human on earth during her time. She was known for her signature flip that she did after winning each race."

"There's no such thing as second place for a DaSilva... now I remember. She was amazing."

"Yes... she was."

"Role model?"

"Mother," I said, then took a sip of my milkshake.

"You're lying."

"Nope." I popped my P and adjusted my seat, then pulled my seat belt across my body. "Ready to go? The sun's going down and the party's going to start soon."

"Yeah in just a minut... did you just say that the one and only DESTINY DASILVA is your mother?"

"Yes, that's what I said?"

"What the hell happened to her? she like disappeared off the face of this planet. I was reading an article the other day and many media outlets have been trying to reach out to her now that the Olympics are around the corner." He looked directly at me. "Do you know how amazing it is to have her as your mother? A WHOLE LEGEND LIVING IN YOUR HOUSE."

"It's alright I guess... she's just my mom." I shrugged.

"Just your m- JUST YOUR MOM!?" he chuckled. "You're tripping."

"Nah, I'm just ready to go now. I want to get a good spot on the beach for the show tonight."

"We'll be backstage you know this." Dejounte placed his hand on my knee. "Did I say something I shouldn't have?"

"Oh, no... you're good. My mom and I are good, I love her to death; I just don't like to talk about her too much for personal reasons." I felt my body tense up at the thought, but quickly snapped out of it by placing my hand on top of his.

"Ma! Mommy where are you?" I asked, running into my house; holding up my first-place ribbon. "MOM!" I yelled even louder, she was no where to be found. I sighed and ran upstairs to my room, throwing off my backpack and stepping out of my dirty running shoes. I hopped onto my bed and pinned the ribbon onto my curtains along with the others.

The door of my bedroom opened, and suddenly I felt a cold chill come over me. I turned around to see my mother, holding onto the hand of an older man that I had never seen before. I didn't know much about my mom's side of the family but by the way she held onto him, I could only assume... right?

"Mom, I came in first place today!"

"That's amazing sweetie." She let go of my hand and sat on the edge of my bed, patting on the spot and signalling for me to sit down. "How was your day?"

"Amazing..." I looked between her and the man that just stood there rubbing his hands together, "Mom, what's going on?" as I looked upon her it was as if she was no longer herself, she began to panic and clutch on her chest. "Mom!"

"Baby just do whatever you have to do alright, he won't hurt you. Just lay back... and let it happen okay?"

"Mom... what are you talking about." At this point in time she was pushing me back into my pillow, and wrestling with my clothes. "Stop you're hurting me."

"Monet, shut the hell up. I said this is what we need to do, we need to find somewhere to stay. We can't just keep running from staircase to staircase. Okay? It's just you and me now... so I need you to have my back. I need you to do this so that we can make enough money for a meal."

"Mom, what are you talking about? Dad should be coming home soon. We have food in the kitchen."

"Aren't you tired of running baby girl?" I looked into her eyes, and I could tell that she was lost, she continued murmuring about us running and having nothing to eat, no where to go. My mother screamed about no one wanting us because she had me. "You're a hoe Destiny, that's all you'll ever be!" she yelled at me.

"Mom... it's me... Monet." I said through my sobs but she didn't listen, she just continued about how I ruined her life, she gave the man the go ahead to do what he wanted which he was in the midst of doing... until eventually that rush of memory loss that she went through past, she took a deep breath as she stood by the door. My mother spun on her heels looked down at me in my half-dressed state then over at the strange man that was finishing what he started.

"Destiny?! Whose car is that outside?!" I heard a loud voice yell through the house. The man that laid above me, jumped up and my mother ran her fingers through her hair; she looked distraught. My dad busted through the bedroom door. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" he leapt across the room, grabbing the man. I sat up in the bed and pulled the covers over my body; I watched as they tussled and fought out my room, down the stairs and out the house.

"I'm so sorry baby..." my mother whispered, she approached me but all I did was brush her hand away and run down the steps and out the house. I ran, and ran, and ran... this was the beginning of the demon that invaded the brain of my mother.

I cleared my throat and batted away the tears that filled my eyes. "Now can we finish running the rest of your errands so that we aren't too late tonight?"

"Your wish is my command." He raised my hand to his lip and kissed it, "but just know that whatever it is. I'm here to listen, and yes, I may still be a new addition in your life but I do want to help." He ran his thumb against my cheek before leaning in and pecking my lips. "Sometimes we hold onto things so long that we only end up hurting ourselves. So, like I said before; when you're ready... I'm here."

"Thank you." I smiled and sat back watching his cut on the engine of his car. Once we drove off, I let out a sigh of relief. The memory along with the sound of Myles saying the same things towards me this week.

My phone vibrated against my lap, and I looked down to see Zahra's name.

Bestie:

Please tell me that I can trust you...

To always tell me the truth no matter what?

Me:

Why ... what happened?

Bestie:

Just tell me, Monet.

Me:

Yes, of course.

I don't even know why you'd question me that.

Now, tell me why?

Bestie:

Have you ever slept with my boyfriend?

Me:

What the hell are you talking about?

Where is all of this coming from?

This is ridiculous...

Bestie:

It's a yes or no answer.

Me:

Of course not. Zahra, this is ridiculous.

My brow raised, and I attempted to call her but it went straight to voicemail.

Me:

Hello, answer the phone.

Bestie:

You're lying to me.

Me:

No... I'm not. Answer the phone!

Bestie:

Nah, I'm good.

Just know I forgive you... and hopefully you can do the same.

See u later Monet.

I shook my head and placed it right back into my lap. "Everything okay?" Dejounte asked.

"Yeah... I think so." And if not; I'd soon know.

Myles Thomas

Going to the jeweler, bust the AP, yeah
Slidin' on the water like a jet-ski, yeah
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie, yeah
Chopper with the scope so do not test me, yeah
Ric Flair drip go "woo" on a bitch
Fifty-seven ninety split the coupe on my wrist
Multi-million dollar, I'm a fool with the hits
Hop up in the Lamb', and drop the roof, show the tits

Me:

When you coming home?

Monet:

Not. Your. Girl.

Me:

Alright keep playin Monet.

Monet:

My pleasure.

Myles:

Please come home so that we can talk. I feel like it's what we need.

And I miss you.

Monet:

So, you can diss me again, no thank you.

Myles:

I promise that I won't. Just give me five minutes... to at least make this right. There's a lot that I need to get off my mind.

Monet:

I don't see why you can't just text me.

Myles:

I'm already horrible at expressing my emotions. I think it's best if I said it to you, face to face.

Fine, tomorrow morning. We can go out and talk.

Myles:

Thank you. Enjoy the rest of you night.

Monet:

U too.

Myles:

I love you... I really do.

Monet:

I hope you mean that.

I love you too...

I shook my head and closed her chat, I made a mental note to do something for her tomorrow; I was currently putting her through hell and she didn't deserve it. Ugh, I want this deal to be over so badly. I'm surprised she's been keeping so loyal to me, I was actually waiting for her to slip up on this trip so I could go for what I truly wanted but, she was doing better than expected.

Elijah and I were turning up, doing some pre-drinking while the girls were upstairs getting ready for the party. I don't know how long it took to put on a bikini and some shorts but these girls were going all out tonight. I kept it simple; Gucci shorts, slides and tee to match. My wrists and neck dripping in gold of course, I even added my grill tonight for some extra spice. Simple but still saucy. Elijah of course had the sauce as well; decked out in Versace.

I snapped our outfits, did a bit of lip syncing then threw back all the shots that I had prepared. Finally, I saw Karla coming down the steps, her house coat wrapped around her body but her makeup and hair was done. "How long is it going to take you to get ready?!" I said, placing my hands on her shoulders.

"I don't think I can go tonight, I'm not feeling well..."

"What do you mean? You were just fine."

"Yeah, but I think the McDonalds is messing with my stomach or something. I can't keep nothing down."

"Either that or you're pregnant." Elijah said, over his red cup. I glared at him and so did Karla. "I'm just sayinnn..."

"Impossible." I responded, flipping him off. "Anyways babe, you sure you okay? Do you need me to stay with you?"

"No, you can go enjoy yourself. I'm