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The last time I saw Poetic was the meeting we had with his publicist and agent. I was not ready for that meeting at all. I did not expect for him to break shit off with me. I mean, he wanted it aired in the tabloids and on all of our social media handles. The shit was so depressing, I couldn’t even keep a fake man. The shit was bothering me so bad. I had been crying for days. I had missed my photo shoot with Tony and he had been calling me like crazy. The sound of my front door opening brought me from my thoughts. I looked up and my friend Candace was walking in the door.

“I knew you were in here laying around drowning in your tears. I’m happy that fake relationship is over. I got tired of you pushing me to the back burner.”

“Candace what are you doing here? And you can give me back my fucking key now. I don’t need you watching my place anymore.”

“I ain’t giving you shit back. I’m here so you can get out of the pity party and get your shit together. Tony called me and told me you missed your shoot. I thought you were trying to get on a summer cover, and last I checked you need the money since you ain’t spending Poetic’s anymore.” Candace got on my nerves, but she was right. I had money but my shit wasn’t long like Poetics. When I was staying with him I didn’t have to do anything. I even had my own black card to do any and everything I wanted. Whenever I did work or get endorsements it was as Poetic’s fiancé. So, money and jobs were coming in like crazy. Now because of my history it’s going to be hard as hell to get back where I was. I hated this for me, I was so mad at myself that I couldn’t get Poetic the way I wanted him. I was really falling for his mean ass.

“I know Candace and I don’t need you to remind me.” I snapped.

“Apparently you do, now when you going to get the fuck up and go make some damn money before you end up in the poor house.” My friend always knew how to get me right. I hated how straight and forward she was but I needed it. She hated the whole Poetic thing and told me not to do it, but I did. She wasn’t fucking with me for a while, but as soon as she heard what happened she came right over. I would forever be grateful for her and her friendship.

“Alright, I’m about to get up and get myself together. Can you call Tony to see if he has any openings today, while I shower?”

“I already called him and told him I’ll have you there by one this afternoon. Now go ahead and get dressed so we can go eat before we head to him.” I looked at her with a huge smile on my face.

“Now how did you know I was going to be ready?”

“Because I was going to come in here and beat ya ass, if you didn’t get your shit together. You know I don’t play about you and your career, and you need to stop playing with it too.” I looked at Candace and she was right. I needed to get my shit together. I really needed to get my shit together because if I didn’t, I would be a poor bitch and that was something I never wanted ever again for myself. I had been homeless, a stripper and doing really bad at a time. So, becoming a model was one of the best things that ever happened to me. I went to shower while Candace straightened my house some.

* * *

“That’s it ma, just like that.” Tony coached as he took numerous pictures of me. I wasn’t even going to lie it felt good today doing what I loved.

“We can rap this up now, I’ll send you the edit copies and then you let me know which ones you want to send to the magazine.”

“Ok good, and Tony I wanna apologize for how I talked to you the last time. I know you just trying to make sure I’m good and I appreciate you for that.”

“No sorry needed, I shouldn’t have come off the way I did.” He smiled causing me to do the same. I made my way to the back to change my clothes and was met in the doorway by a smiling Candace.

“What ya goofy ass laughing bout?”

“You and Tony giving each other googly eyes. I don’t know why you won’t let that boy take you out.”

“Now you know I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

“Bye, Kayla, I don’t see nothing but a power couple in the making.” I didn’t say anything I just squeezed past her and made my way to the back to get my clothes changed so we can get out of here.

A half hour later I was done and ready to go. Once we got to the car and Candace turned the radio on a story about me and Poetics breakup and my ass got sad all over again. Candace looked at me and then pulled me in for a hug.

“It’s going to get better friend. He wasn’t good for you anyway. Come on let’s go have a drink.” I didn’t say anything, I just nodded my head and let Candace go wherever she wanted to go. A drink didn’t sound bad at all, especially since I was in my feelings. I needed to let this Poetic shit go, but it just seemed like it was going to be too hard to do.