about his, and stuff like that."
"Umph," Lisa said. "Sounds to me like he's really into you. I can't believe that means nothing to you."
"So what are you gonna do?" Tina asked.
"About what?"
"I mean, about MC ROC, about Logan, seems to me like you need to make a decision."
"A decision ? I just need to figure out a way to get next to MC ROC. I know once I'm alone with him and get a chance to talk to him, everything will be okay."
"You have got to be kidding me!" Lisa yelled. "What's it gonna' take for you to realize this man is no good for you? I don't even know if he wants you! That is, unless he needs some good head. Then we know for sure he wants you. Damn, Lalana. Do you just purposely look for the biggest asshole around and then convince yourself you're addicted to him?"
"Well, shit Lisa, why don't you tell us how you really feel!" Tina snapped.
But the truth was, Lisa couldn't say anything Lalana hadn't already said to herself. Hers was a constant internal struggle. Sure, she could imagine what she looked like to the casual observer. One would probably think she was nothing more than a starry-eyed groupie, but Lalana felt that was far from true. She felt connected to MC ROC.
"Tina, don't worry about it," Lalana said. She didn't care what Lisa thought about her relationship with MC ROC. But Tina was right about one thing: Lalana needed to figure out how to handle Logan. Regardless of how nice he was, the fact remained that Lalana wanted another man.
"Enough about me," Lalana said. "what's going on with you and David, Tina?"
"He's a trip. Sometimes he's available, other times he's not. I'm not trynta' play those games. It's like these men want to be chased
"Glad I don't have to worry about that," Lisa commented.
Lalana and Tina ignored her. Lisa's relationship with Shawn was just like TNT; and it exploded often.
Tina reached for the bill when it arrived. "I'll get it this time," she said.
"What are you guys gonna do for the rest of the day?" Lalana asked.
"I have to go to the garment district," Tina said. "I need to get some fabric."
"You going with her?" Lalana asked Lisa.
"No, I hate going there. It's just too much - too many vendors haggling you, too many people searching for a bargain. I don't have the patience." Lisa frowned.
Lalana suddenly had a thought. Maybe she should go talk to ROC herself, in person. That way, she could get everything out in the open once and for all.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The sun beamed down unmercifully as Lalana walked from the gas station's storefront to her car. It hadn't dawned on her that this was a holiday weekend until she realized tons of people were in line for gas. God I'm out of it , she thought to herself.
With a full tank of gas, Lalana headed down Pacific Coast Highway, vowing not to stop until she reached Malibu. As she drove, she tried thinking of explanations for her unannounced visit. Nothing Lalana thought of made any sense. She figured she'd just wing it.
By the time she pulled up at MC ROC's beach house, all of Lalana's nerve had vanished. She drove past the house, made a U-turn, and drove by again slowly. She had come too far to not at least go knock on the door.
"He's probably not even there," she said aloud, parking her car in ROC's driveway and hopping out. She didn't see the Bentley.
Lalana marched up to the front door and knocked two times.
"Hold up a sec," she heard ROC call. So much for him not being there.
Realizing she only had a few seconds to come up with something, Lalana began to feel the full extent of her anxiety. But as she readied herself to run back to her car, the door swung open. The expression on ROC's face told Lalana that while he may have been expecting someone, it definitely wasn't her.
ROC frowned. "Uh, hey, whassup?" Then, a pause. "Um, I ordered some food."
Lalana couldn't remember ever seeing his face without a smile.
"Um, hey yourself," she giggled nervously.
ROC turned to look over his shoulder, then turned back
"Umph," Lisa said. "Sounds to me like he's really into you. I can't believe that means nothing to you."
"So what are you gonna do?" Tina asked.
"About what?"
"I mean, about MC ROC, about Logan, seems to me like you need to make a decision."
"A decision ? I just need to figure out a way to get next to MC ROC. I know once I'm alone with him and get a chance to talk to him, everything will be okay."
"You have got to be kidding me!" Lisa yelled. "What's it gonna' take for you to realize this man is no good for you? I don't even know if he wants you! That is, unless he needs some good head. Then we know for sure he wants you. Damn, Lalana. Do you just purposely look for the biggest asshole around and then convince yourself you're addicted to him?"
"Well, shit Lisa, why don't you tell us how you really feel!" Tina snapped.
But the truth was, Lisa couldn't say anything Lalana hadn't already said to herself. Hers was a constant internal struggle. Sure, she could imagine what she looked like to the casual observer. One would probably think she was nothing more than a starry-eyed groupie, but Lalana felt that was far from true. She felt connected to MC ROC.
"Tina, don't worry about it," Lalana said. She didn't care what Lisa thought about her relationship with MC ROC. But Tina was right about one thing: Lalana needed to figure out how to handle Logan. Regardless of how nice he was, the fact remained that Lalana wanted another man.
"Enough about me," Lalana said. "what's going on with you and David, Tina?"
"He's a trip. Sometimes he's available, other times he's not. I'm not trynta' play those games. It's like these men want to be chased
"Glad I don't have to worry about that," Lisa commented.
Lalana and Tina ignored her. Lisa's relationship with Shawn was just like TNT; and it exploded often.
Tina reached for the bill when it arrived. "I'll get it this time," she said.
"What are you guys gonna do for the rest of the day?" Lalana asked.
"I have to go to the garment district," Tina said. "I need to get some fabric."
"You going with her?" Lalana asked Lisa.
"No, I hate going there. It's just too much - too many vendors haggling you, too many people searching for a bargain. I don't have the patience." Lisa frowned.
Lalana suddenly had a thought. Maybe she should go talk to ROC herself, in person. That way, she could get everything out in the open once and for all.
Chapter Twenty-Five
The sun beamed down unmercifully as Lalana walked from the gas station's storefront to her car. It hadn't dawned on her that this was a holiday weekend until she realized tons of people were in line for gas. God I'm out of it , she thought to herself.
With a full tank of gas, Lalana headed down Pacific Coast Highway, vowing not to stop until she reached Malibu. As she drove, she tried thinking of explanations for her unannounced visit. Nothing Lalana thought of made any sense. She figured she'd just wing it.
By the time she pulled up at MC ROC's beach house, all of Lalana's nerve had vanished. She drove past the house, made a U-turn, and drove by again slowly. She had come too far to not at least go knock on the door.
"He's probably not even there," she said aloud, parking her car in ROC's driveway and hopping out. She didn't see the Bentley.
Lalana marched up to the front door and knocked two times.
"Hold up a sec," she heard ROC call. So much for him not being there.
Realizing she only had a few seconds to come up with something, Lalana began to feel the full extent of her anxiety. But as she readied herself to run back to her car, the door swung open. The expression on ROC's face told Lalana that while he may have been expecting someone, it definitely wasn't her.
ROC frowned. "Uh, hey, whassup?" Then, a pause. "Um, I ordered some food."
Lalana couldn't remember ever seeing his face without a smile.
"Um, hey yourself," she giggled nervously.
ROC turned to look over his shoulder, then turned back
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