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Boss' Little Sister : 06

Boss' Little Sister

Chapter 6 :
Liar

Aura

"Come again, YOURS?!" I yell.

"Fuck are you talm bout A? Yah know what don't en worry about it. Get out." He rushed.

"No don't try acting-"

"Nah fuck dat yah my damn sista' ion wan no niggas touching on you. Now who is it?"

"Don't worry about it."

"I may be yo brotha and you 17 but I swea' to god I'll tear yo motha'fuckin ass up." I rolled my eyes. "Roll them shits again, I promise I'll swing a damn belt on yo ass."

"You ain gon do shit." I tested.

He scoffed, "Oh really."

He pulled out his phone and tapped a few things.

"I'll send that shit to her so damn quick and still whoop yo ass, now what'chu gon do?"

I read the text as he showed me. 

Mama Aura fucking niggas. I'm finna whoop ha fast ass.

I knew she was gon let him do it then whoop me herself.

I folded my arms.

"It was only making out." I mumble lying.

"Imma bele' that now but lemme find out ya ass lien." He pushed me out of his room.

I wanted to turn around and tell him so bad that I'm lying but I knew that would result into Chris being hurt somehow. I went downstairs, and grabbed the pizza rolls out the freezer and heated them up. 

I checked my notifications and replied to a couple of comments. I grab a bottle of water and my pizza rolls and went up to my room. As soon as I sat down my phone rung.

"Uh hello?" I popped a pizza roll in my mouth.

"Baby." The voice says. "Baby." It says again, but high pitch.

"Yes, Chris. How'd you get my number?"

"Papi always got his ways."

"Whatever but what you want?"

"I love you." He says.

"What?"

"I love you."

"So you called me to say 'I love you' ?" I ask with an attitude.

As much as I want to believe Chris, just think about it. A 26 year old wanting a 17 year old, who's a junior in high school and no social life. Wow, how exciting. I'm pretty sure he just wanted to butter me up so when he is done with me, it'll seem like he left for his problems but really just wanted sex. Basic drug dealing niggas, so damn cliché.

"I mean w-well y-y-yeah." He says shyly. It sound like a lot of movement in the background.

"Where are you?"

"Finna do a job but aye love yoouuu." He coos before hanging up.

I can't find myself to say I love you. I mean I wasn't use to badboy type. I have a weird thing for nerds and geeks. Maybe I need some drama in my life, never mind August is enough drama for me.

I shook my head. Once I finished eating I got myself ready for bed. After my shower I glared in the mirror at my appearance and frowned at the hickeys Chris had given me. I threw on a oversized shirt and didn't worry about putting anything on underneath. Once I hit my bed I found my self pondering off to sleep.