Fast Life [Secure eReader]
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eBook by Cassandra Carter
eBook Category: Young Adult
eBook Description: Caught up in a world of easy money, designer labels and drug-dealing boyfriends, sixteen-year-old Kyra Jones is living life on the fast track. But when her single mom is offered a job that takes Kyra away from her old Chicago neighborhood, and the drugs and gang violence that go along with it, she finally realizes that there's more to life than Gucci, Prada and ghetto-fabulous bling. Starting over in a new place, with a new boyfriend, Justin, gives Kyra hope that life can be different. But sometimes the fast life catches up to you. And for Kyra, her only hope is to stay one step ahead of trouble.
eBook Publisher: Harlequin/Kimani Press
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2007
1 Reader Ratings:
Five, four, three, two, one, brrring!
The bell sounded, signifying the end to another day at John Marshall Metropolitan High School. Kyra Jones snatched her black Jan Sport backpack off the floor and rushed out of the classroom into the crowded halls.
Finally, the day is over! Thank God! 'Cause I swear, if I had to walk to one more class in these shoes my feet would fall off. Damn Manolos! I knew I shouldn't have worn these to school, let alone bought 'em, period. But damn, they're settin' off this new pink shearling my baby Kai picked up for me on his run to Detroit last weekend. Plus, they're the real Manolos. None of that fake Steve Madden these broke-ass girls 'round here be rockin'—as if nobody don't know they ain't real. But you say that, they swear otherwise. They be havin' the nerve to try and stare me down, too, peepin' all extraclose tryin' to see if mines is real. But they already know the deal. They steady tryin' to lessen my rep as the hottest chick, even though this is only my second year here. But everyone knows that Makai and I are king and queen. We run this. I mean, Kai, for one, is geared and stays holdin' stacks. Not to mention he is sexy as hell! He got that whole sexy-thug thing goin' for him. I know any chick in here would love to get their hands on what's mine. Every chick want him, and everybody else wanna be like him. But I don't trip. He never cheated. Our love is real. And as far as everybody else goes, I don't worry, 'cause I know Kai can handle his. There are little whispers and whatnot, but no one ever dares to step. No use. They would be laid back down automatically.
But don't get me wrong—not everyone stay hatin'. I got my two best friends: Natasha, who is cool as hell and been down with me since kindergarten, and Mercedes, who probably done hooked up with the whole varsity basketball team and their daddies but is still cool. And well, Kai, he got his li'l crew, Reggie and them. They're high rollers, too. But none of them are anythin' like my baby Kai. As for all the haters, I just brush 'em off. A chick like me got more important stuff to worry about. They're just tryin' to catch me slippin', which even in these four-inch heels ain't happenin'.
Kyra made her way through the crowd, holding in the urge to grimace from the pain in her feet and from the thought of the D minus she had gotten on her biology test. She knew her mom would have plenty to say about that. She always did.
As she stood at her locker putting away her books, a pair of big, warm hands slipped around her slim waist. Accompanied by the scent of Curve for Men cologne, that meant only one thing: Makai.
"Damn, baby. That shearling is bangin'," he whispered into her ear from behind.
"Yeah, my man got it for me," Kyra boasted with a smile.
"Who's your man? Do I know 'im?"
"Well…" She began her reply as she turned around to stare into his eyes. "Everyone knows him. He's about six feet, light-skinned, hazel eyes, keeps his hair in braids, got a killa smile with some luscious lips. He stay fly, too. He's sexy with his."
"Oh, I'm sexy wit' mines, huh?" Kai smirked.
Makai leaned in and pushed Kyra up against her locker and kissed her. Engrossed in each other, they were unfazed by passersby. That was until Natasha came and interrupted them.
"Ahem! Ahem! Excuse me. Excuse me!" Natasha loudly announced her presence while tapping her friend's shoulder to get her attention. "Sorry to interrupt y'all's li'l make out session, but Kyra, are we still hittin' up the mall or what? We need to get those 'fits for the Black and White Party."
"Girl, we got plenty of time! That party is on Friday, and it's only Monday. Damn. This better be the biggest party of the year like everybody been sayin' for the past three months."
"I didn't ask for all that mouth. You wanna say everything but give me an answer. So what's it gon' be?"
"We can go after school on…hmmm…Wednesday, okay? Is that okay, baby? 'Cause you know I'm gonna need you to hook me up with some cash," Kyra said, her voice sounding innocent as she addressed her boyfriend.
"You know I gotchu, girl. Don't I always take care of you?" He angled her chin as he spoke and addressed her while looking deeply into her eyes. "You know I have to make sure my baby is rollin' fly through that party. You're gonna be the sexiest chick in there. No doubt," he added, and followed up with a peck on the lips.
"Second sexiest," Natasha piped up.
"Anyways, I'm gonna get going. But do me a favor?"
"What, Tasha?" Kyra's patience was wearing thin, and it was clear that she was annoyed by her friend's interruption. She was more than eager to return to her previous activity.
"Get your grumpy ass some before we go, 'cause you're not rollin' with me acting like this." Her joke lingered as she hustled down the hall.
"Girl, shut your mouth!" Kyra half hollered, half laughed at her best friend. Natasha was known to be a trip sometimes.
"So are you ready to go, baby girl?" Makai had Kyra's undivided attention with those simple words before they headed down the hallway toward the exit.
The chilling Chicago wind whipped at Kyra's face and seeped through her clothes as she rushed to Makai's new red Cadillac Escalade sitting in the parking lot.
Copyright © 2007 by Cassandra Carter.