After me and Quintin got finished fucking in his backseat it was damn near 7pm. I was so scared to look at my phone, i just knew my mom was blowing me up. "Ard bae, what you about to do?"
"I'm bouta go in and finish my homework, where you bouta go?" I said while playing with his ears. His skin was so clear and nice. Why god be giving god the best facial features?
Anyways, i got out the car fixed my hair, and walked back into the house. My mom didn't call me so she must still be sleep i was thinking. Or so i thought?
I turned the knob with my key, and to my surprise my mom wasn't even home. All that rushing and shit for nothing. "Let me call her" i said as i'm scrolling to find her number. I looked out the window and her car was gone. "Hmm that's weird. anyways let me just text her".
I ran up the steps, turn the shower on and played some pretty ricky. At that time i was in LOVE with pleasure p you couldn't tell me that wasn't my man. I just love chocolate men. My mom texted me back, finally. She was at my grandma house with my aunt and them. It was a friday, and the night was young. I went downstairs and logged into my facebook at the time i had to sneak and make one, my older sister made it for me and that's how i been talking to guys.
My phone started ringing, it was Deborah.
"Girl you good? what you doing?"
"Yeah girl, i'm good. your cousin just left a half hour ago."
"Forreal? girl i gotta tell you what happened with me and dontae, i think we done for good."
"Damn. what happened, you wanna talk about it?"
"Nah. fuck that nigga. anyways ima call you back i gotta finish this essay".
"Ard boo ttyl"
"Bye".
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Hustler (Kayla Hughes Story)
Short StoryJust a autobiography of my 28 years of living, growing up in the streets of philadelphia. here's my truth. names in this story has been changed for legal purposes. (this story is based on true events nothing is made up.) i really appreciate you for...
