Me & My Boyfriend by Keisha Ervin Page A

Meesa vowed to never drink again, and she meant it.
    Sitting at the bar, while her friends partied on the dance floor, Meesa drank a Sprite, trying to see if she saw anybody else she knew. There, in plain sight, was Destiny and Daryl. Destiny looked better than ever on the outside. Her hair was parted down the middle with long sixteen-inch weave extentions. She looked like Pocahontas herself.
    Diamond platinum jewelry dawned her ears, neck, and hand. She sported a Dolce and Gabbana blue jean corset top and matching mini skirt. On her feet were D&G sling back heels. “If the girl don't look like a million bucks” Meesa thought to herself. For a moment, she thought their eyes had locked. But Destiny turned her head, so Meesa wasn't quite sure.
    Meesa was right, her and Destiny did connect eyes. Destiny had already spotted her, but tried not to make any eye contact. She knew that Daryl would knock the taste out of her mouth. Getting slapped around was nothing new to her. Daryl hit her whenever and wherever, but it was a price she was willing to pay for the life she was living.
    Destiny knew that she was the shit. She loved all the attention she got from niggas and hoes. Everything she rocked was cold and everybody knew it. Hoes couldn't fuck with her.
    If at first she was a dime, she was now a twenty. Daryl's money was really gassing her head up.
    Mee Mee looked good though. Her hair was different. She dyed her tips a honey blonde color that accentuated her alreadyhoney colored skin. Over the months, Meesa had let her hair grow out to match Halle's latest style. She now wore it flipped up in the back with soft curls surrounding her face. On her body, she sported a pink lace slip dress that she made herself. It matched a Prada dress she had seen in a boutique Destiny thought. The matching pink Manolo Blahnik's heels made the look. She must be using her savings to buy that gear, Destiny thought. She was always a simple dresser. But with a body like Meesa had, she didn't have to do a lot to get attention.
    Even though she played it like she didn't miss her friends, she did. Most of all she missed her and Meesa's closeness. She missed being able to share her secrets with her. Daryl made sure she didn't have any friends. He kept her locked up like a prisoner in his penthouse apartment. The only place she was allowed to go was to the beauty shop, nail parlor, and the mall. Even then, she had to be escorted by one of his workers.
    Most of the time, Daryl was either gone or ignoring her. And the only time he spent with Destiny was when he wanted some ass or to show her off. Other than that, she spent her time alone cooped up in the house. Daryl was keeping a watchful eye on Destiny, making sure she didn't make eye contact with anyone. He would whoop her ass in public if he had too. Daryl didn't give a fuck. Hearing that Black might be at the club made Daryl decide to make an appearance. He still hadn't forgotten what that nigga did. Fronting on him in public was a no-no. And payback was a muthafucker for Black.
    Two-waying Lil Howard, Daryl said, “Tell them niggas to get ready. I don't want any fuck ups tonight, especially not from you!” Two-waying the other fellas, Lil Howard tried to calm himself down. Lil Howard wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know what he had gotten himself into.
    Three years before, he was just a normal teenage boy living in Compton. He had met Daryl one day playing basketball. His tall frame and lanky body stood out in the sea of men. Lil Howard was fourteen and six feet three. Daryl thought that he could use the little dude on the block. And Lil Howard neededthe extra dough. He was the oldest of his six other siblings. His mother tried her best to hold them down but money was sparse. They lived in a two-bedroom house on one of the toughest blocks in Compton.
    It didn't help much that Lil Howard was tall, frail, and funny looking, with a stuttering problem. He constantly got joned on about his