Chapter 2

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The next morning I woke up with a massive headache. I was determined that today I would not go anywhere or do anything that involved people or noise. I went into the kitchen to fix me some coffee when my phone started vibrating. I looked at it and read the message

Unknown: Waddup shawty.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: Damn am I not that memorable?

Me: Ughh I know who this is.

Tevin: Did you miss me?

Me: NO

I respond with a smile plastered over my face

Tevin: Well I missed you.

Me: Aw :-) Wyd?

Tevin: None beating my meat.

Me: Why you telling me?

Tevin: Because I need your help.

Me: That is?

Tevin: Get this nut out for me.

Me: I don't even know your name. Come better.

Tevin: I'm swwy

Me: Yeah yeah nigga only cause you cute.

Tevin: Aw.

Me: I got a bad headache.

Tevin: Aww need some goody powder?

Tevin: Aww need some goody powder?

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Me: Yes please.

Tevin: Alright what's your address.

I was seriously hesitant to tell him seeing as I don't know him, but he seemed trustworthy. I texted him the address.

Me: 2650 Marriott Lane, Forest Park, Georgia.

Tevin: Oh shit I live like 25 minutes away.

Me: Well it should take no time for you to get my goody powder :p.

After I texted that he didn't respond. I ran to my room to brush my teeth and wash my pretty skin. I wasn't about to change my clothes because I'm sick, and he is coming in my home. 30 minutes later the doorbell rung. I looked through the peephole and opened it. He was looking sexy as fuck. He had on some black basketball shorts, some Nike slides, and a red tank tank top. I was admiring his rose tattoo on his chest. "Come in sir." I say, stepping aside.

"Damn this yours?" He asked, admiring my home.

"Yes it is." I respond with my hand out waiting for my goody powder.

"Oh shit. My bad papi." He says, while handing me my goody. I guide him to the den and we take a seat on the sofa.

"What the hell is your name?" I finally ask him.

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