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  G STREET CHRONICLES PRESENTS

  LOVE IS BLIND

  by

  Nicole Jackson

  Copyright 2014 Kenni

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  G Street Chronicles, LLC

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  This is a work of fiction. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real person. All the characters, incidents, and dialogues are the products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any references or similarities to actual events, entities, real people, living or dead, or to real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, entities, places, and incidents is entirely coincidental.

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  Acknowledgements

  I just want to thank anyone who has supported me. This is my tenth book in just barely a year of being published. I love what I do, and I still have so much more to say. I love my die hard readers just as much as ya’ll love my work. I do this for you. Hell, I do this for me…and my family. LOL. Shout out to Nicole Jackson’s Read-A-Lot on Facebook. The support is unreal. My main test reader and supporter Kimberly Olds-Artis was the first to ever read this, and it has her stamp of approval on it. She’s so tough on books that this has to be fire, ba-by. LMAO. I just hope that this story is well received as always.

  Dedicated to

  My best friend Tamara. We both know about that unhealthy love, and that inspired this book.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 1

  It was a hot and sunny day in Sugarland, Texas; a small community on the outskirts of Houston. So naturally, all the kids were sweating like pigs as they headed back to school after the summer break. Necole, Corrine, and Cali were riding in Necole’s car headed to their high school. They all attended Lamar High and were anxious on the first day of school. All three girls were hyped because it was their senior year.

  “Can you believe that we’re finally seniors?” Cali questioned, as Necole pulled into the school’s parking lot.

  “I really can’t. It seems like just yesterday we were freshmen,” Corrine laughed.

  “I know, right,” Necole nodded as she parked her 2009 Toyota Camry.

  “Let’s go find Neal and Donavan,” Cali said as she climbed out of the car.

  Necole rolled her eyes as she got out of her car. “Girl, fuck them.”

  “Ewe, why are you trippin? Everybody likes them but you,” Corrine said.

  “And that should tell you something. I’m not a follower. Personally, I think that those dudes are lame.”

  “What makes them lame?” Cali asked with her hands on her hips.

  “They just are. Who cares if they play ball or anything? I mean, you guys act like they’re in the NBA or some shit,” Necole shrugged as she slung her oversized Louis Vuitton bag on her shoulders. She switched her hips as they all headed to the cafeteria.

  All the students stopped and stared as the “it” girls made their way through the building. Necole was the leader of the pack, which was obvious in every stride. Her brown and blond streaked hair was always healthy and bouncy as it rested at the middle of her back. Her waist was small while she possessed a round apple bottom. Her breasts were full and bouncy as well. Nicole had a deep and exotic brown complexion which was compared to the people of the Middle East. Her eyes were hazel and slanted, giving her eyes an enchanted appeal. She was indisputably bad, which had caused her to become bored with high school life. She had done it all. There was nothing left to conquer, so she was looking on to greener pastures.

  Necole was one of the fashionistas of her school, but living in a wealthy community provided plenty of fashion-forward students. Therefore, she was one of many fly girls floating around school. That is why all the boys came to school with smiles on their faces. They had top litter to choose from and often they chose multiple girls. Necole did not want to be one of many, chasing after some high school athlete, so she decided to date outside of school for her senior year.

  “Don’t hurt nobody,” Tory teased as she spotted Necole, Cali and Corrine stepping into the cafeteria.

  “Whatever,” Necole laughed as she strutted over to the lunch table where Tory sat. She walked as if she knew she was the shit. Necole was rocking ripped Seven jeans, a brown fitted t-shirt, Louie V belt, brown and gold bangles, brown and gold Louie V sandals, and huge brown and gold bamboo earrings. Her Ed Hardy perfume made it to the table before she did.

  “What’s up, sluts?” Tory questioned as Necole took a seat. Cali and Corrine were right behind her.

  “Nothing,” Necole sighed as she tapped her nails on the table.

  “Uh, let me see your nails,” Tory squealed as she grabbed her hand. “Cole, this is too cute. Where did you get them done?” she asked as she stared at her brown and gold nails.

  “Right up the street.”

  “Yeah, we all got our nails done there,” Corrine chimed in.

  “And why didn’t ya’ll call me? I could have gone with ya’ll.”

  “It was a last minute thing,” Cali offered.

  “Oh,” Tory shrugged.

  “Damn!” Cali stressed. “Who is that boy? Anybody know?”

  “Who?” both Tory and Corrine spoke at the same time.

  “Him,” Cali nodded in some unknown dude’s direction.

  “The dude with the Louie backpack?” Corrine questioned.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh, he’s new.”

  “Well, I know that. What’s his bio?”

  “All I know is that he didn’t go here last year. He’s going to be on the basketball team and he lives on Strobe Street,” Tory reported.

  “Damn, you sure know a lot,” Necole sniggered.

  Tory dramatically tossed her hair out of her face. “You know I have to stay current with the cuties.”

  “Whatever,” Necole rolled her eyes as she turned to look at the dude hers
elf. The moment she looked up their eyes met. Her heart skipped a beat and her clit thumped. He was beautiful. His eyes were light brown, his caramel complexion was blemish free, he was tall; at least 6’4”, his hair was thick and wavy and he was bowlegged. Then to make matters worse, he had a mean swagger. He had fresh Air Jordans on his feet, Ed Hardy jeans, and a red and white plaid shirt was on his body.

  “He’s fine, right?” Cali elbowed her.

  “He’s alright,” Necole shrugged, as she turned around. There was no sense in being hyped up over a dude that was surly about to run through all the girls in the school. If she found him attractive, then so would all the other girls in the school.

  “Yeah, right. No need to front. You know he’s the shit and that’s why he’s going to be my boo for our senior year,” Cali boasted. She was always sure of herself. She was high yellow and slim. She didn’t possess major curves, but was so slim that it wasn’t noticeable. She liked to dress ultra-sexy and guys loved her skin complexion so she walked around with her nose in the air.

  “That’s if I don’t get him first,” Tory roused with a grin. The two had been friendly rivalries for years. Tory was thick and curvaceous, but had the same pale complexion as Cali.

  “How do you even know if he’ll like either one of ya’ll?” Corrine asked. She was a medium brown complexion and had super long hair. She was very short and petite, while carrying a strong resemblance to a younger Jada Pickett Smith.

  “Why?” Cali asked.

  “Cause he might be jockeying my swag,” she danced in her seat.

  Necole looked over at her. “Corrine, get for real. If his name ain’t Neal, then you ain’t feeling it. So, stop frontin.”

  “Oh whatever, Necole. You don’t know who or what I like.”

  “Yeah, okay.” Necole smiled deviously, before turning around. “Excuse me. Hey you.”

  Mark turned around to see if anybody was standing behind him. He glanced, but didn’t see anybody. “Who me?” he asked as he pointed at his chest.

  “Yeah, you.”

  He strolled over to the table. All the girls checked out his swagger. “What’s up, lil’ mama?” he questioned, as he quickly checked out all the girls. They were an attractive bunch, but he was happy that the prettiest one had said something first.

  “Hi, what’s your name?” Necole licked her luscious lips as her girls gawked at Mark in awe.

  He gave her a cocky grin. “Mark, what’s yours?”

  “Necole, but anyways…let me get straight to the point. If you could, which one of them would you holla at?” she inquired, pointing at her girls.

  He took a second look at everybody, and then replied. “You.”

  “Me?” she lifted a brow in surprise. “No,” she waved. “I was asking about them.”

  He shrugged. “You asked me and I gave you an answer,” he smiled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth.

  “That you did,” Necole nodded.

  “Well, if…” Mark trailed off as some chick approached him.

  “Here you are. I was looking everywhere,” Chantel interrupted.

  Necole rolled her eyes at her enemy. Chantel was a spoiled brat who drove to school in a red baby Benz. She was a caramel complexion with an average build. There was nothing that really stood out about her, other than her money.

  “Oh, yeah? What’s up?” Mark queried.

  “Let me talk to you over here,” she whispered as she pulled him away from the table.

  “You tramp,” Cali gasped.

  “What?” Necole feigned innocence.

  “You just stole our man.”

  Necole giggled. “Whatever. Ya’ll can have him. I’m going to the restroom,” she announced as she stood up, giving them her back.

  She switched her hips, turning more than a few heads as she switched by. She discreetly glanced at Mark and saw that he was still entertaining Chantel. She was glad that the bitch had run interference because Mark looked like just the type to make her eat her words. After he ex, Carl, had broken her heart, Necole promised herself not to get involved with another popular high school athlete. Carl had been the basketball team’s captain and one of the most popular boys in school. Since Necole’s freshmen year, she had been his girl. He was two grades ahead of her and she was the envy of the entire school when he took her to his senior prom. They were definitely the “it” couple and then things changed. He played one year of college and then was NBA bound. That is when his ego outgrew their love. He had girls throwing themselves at him, so he decided that he wanted to be single. Necole was devastated when he broke up with her, and any hopes of them reconciling went out the window when he was engaged to a well-known R&B singer. Sure, she was fly; but she surely couldn’t compete with that. Now she was anti-athletes/popular guys. She wanted a handsome, humble boyfriend and she definitely didn’t see any prospects at Lamar High.

  “Hey, chick,” Jeri spoke, as Necole entered the girls’ restroom.

  “Hey, tramp,” she smiled. “What’s been up?”

  “Girl, nothing. You know I was interning at the Mercedes dealership this summer, huh?”

  Necole nodded. “I heard,” she checked herself out in the mirror.

  “Is that my friend?” Amber questioned as she approached Necole.

  Necole spun around and a huge smile invaded her face. “Hey, girl!” she excitedly exclaimed as they gave each other hugs. “I missed your crazy ass.”

  “Aw, I missed you too, with your funny lookin’ ass,” Amber cooed as she playfully stroked her hair.

  “So, what’s been up?”

  “Shit, chillin’. You know I got a new boo, right?”

  “Really? Who is he? Where is he from?”

  “Far away from here,” Amber mumbled jokingly while searching the room with her eyes.

  “Okay, okay,” Necole nodded. “I know that he’s the shit if you’re fucking with him.”

  “You already know. He has some major cake,” Amber boasted.

  “That’s what’s up. What does he do?”

  “He’s a hustler,” Amber said coolly.

  “Whaaat?” Necole stressed, becoming even more intrigued.

  “Yes, ma’am,” she nodded. “He bought all my shit for school,” she twirled around, modeling in her three-thousand-dollar outfit. Everything she rocked was by the Chanel brand down to her diamond-studded sandals. She was wearing ice white, which made her red – not burgundy – but red hair stand out. She was one of the few chicks that could get away with such a bold color. Her hair was flat-ironed bone straight and she wore a part down the middle. Her hair draped her shoulders and framed her yellow, oval-shaped face. She had a diamond-studded belt wrapped around her tiny waist, which drew attention to her round backside.

  “You look good,” Necole admitted.

  “I know, I know. But uh…you bringing it your damn self. I see you with your Louie V.”

  “You ain’t know?” Necole boasted. She was very happy to see her friend. She really liked hanging with Amber. She had a certain oomph that the other girls lacked. Necole knew that it was mainly because Amber had grown up mostly in the hood. She and her parents had just moved to the better side during her eighth-grade year. Therefore, the hood was embedded in her. That was what excited Necole. Kicking it with girls like Amber was the closest Nicole had ever gotten to being in the hood. Her mother wasn’t rich, but they were well off and she didn’t personally know the meaning of struggle.

  Necole loved flirting with the dangerous side. She smoked weed, popped a few pills and partied hard. She had even indulged in a few bad boys. She had met a guy or two at the mall that had a slab and allowed her to roll shot gun a few times. She loved the feeling; but those dudes were too busy running the streets to really tie down. The hood life gave the little suburban girl a rush like no other.

  “Yeah, but you gotta go with me to his party this weekend. It’s going to be off the chain.”

  “Oh, yeah? Where’s it going to be?”

  “Downt
own at the iBar.”

  “Well, count me in.”

  “I already did and tell Cali and the other girls to come too. Just make sure that they don’t bring no ugly bitches with them, like Tory.”

  Necole shook her head. “You so stupid. You still don’t like her?”

  “Hell, naw. Bourgeois bitch. Would you like a bitch that went around telling everybody that you trying to sell food stamps?”

  “But you were.”

  “I know, but that ain’t the point. She didn’t have to go around telling my business.”

  Necole couldn’t stop laughing. Amber was crazy. Last year, she’d taken one of her boyfriend’s baby mama’s Lone Star card and sold it. She definitely didn’t need the cash, but she wanted to spend the next bitch’s food money.

  “Girl, you are fucking nuts,” Necole giggled so hard she had tears in her eyes.

  “Bitch, it ain’t that funny,” Amber giggled right before the bell rang. “Damn, time for class. What are you doing after school?”

  “Chilling, why?”

  “I want you to take me out to my boyfriend’s house.”

  “Okay,” Necole shrugged, down for whatever. “Just meet me at my car. I’m parked at the back lot.”

  “Alright,” Amber agreed as they exited the restroom and ventured their separate ways.

  Necole headed to her homeroom, ready to catch up on gossip. As soon as she stepped into the room, a few classmates greeted her. She was a people person that everybody knew.

  “Hey, Cole,” a girl name Shaunie waved.

  “Hey, chick,” Necole smiled as she sat in the desk next to her.

  She was about to engage in a conversation when he stepped into the room. “Damn, who is that?” Shaunie asked underneath her breath.

  “A new boy,” Necole sighed, as she eyed Mark. She’d assumed that he’d find a seat near one of his fellow team mates, but he boldly sat right next to her.

  “We would have homeroom together,” he smiled.

  “I know, right,” she blushed.

  “So, why didn’t you wait for me, Necole?” he voiced, causing a chill to ease up her spine.

  “What? How do you know my name?”

  “You told me, remember?”