Chapter 13: Sick Of Things

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Kayla-

I laid on the bed, out of breath. August can really put it down on ya!

"Round 4?" He asked.

"No, please, God no!" I panted.

"Ight beybeh, I told ya 'bout that annoying shit pulling my hair, no more right?" He asked.

"Mmm, whatever." I said getting up.

"Whatever my ass." He said.

"Sure, umma go see if Chris good." I said.

"Ight, then we gotta get ready for school, we late." He said.

"Yo fault." I mumbled.

"Wah?" He asked.

"Nun." I said putting on my new bra and panties.

"I'll be right back." I said putting on my robe.

"Where ya going half naked?" He asked.

"To wake up Chris, he wanna go to school with us today." I said.

"Nah ya not, put some damn clothes on!" He said.

"August he seen me naked before and he'll respect ya and me he my best friend." I said rolling my eyes.

"Nah, clothes." He said.

"If I don't?" I asked.

"Ya will." He said.

"Ya ain't gone do shit, so take ya shower and get ready." I said walking to the door.

"Don't go out there." He said.

"Oooh I'm scared, Auggie Pooh gone hurt me!" I said sarcastically.

I stepped out in the hallway and looked back at him with a rebellious smirk.

"I thought I showed ya who was the boss?" He said.

"Well ya showed me the wrong thing!" I said walking downstairs.

"Hey." I said sitting next to him on the couch.

"Hey ma, what was all that bumpin'?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

"What bumpin' Chris?" I asked playing dumb.

"Never mind." He said.

"August ain't made ya put no clothes on?" He asked looking at my exposed legs.

The robe was only to my mid-thigh.

"We need to g-" I cut him off.

"Christopher I told ya I ain't never goin' back with my mama." I said standing up.

"Why?" He asked.

"I'm not stupid, I'm smart enough to know not to go to someone who thinks I'm a hoe just cuz I lost my damn virginity at fuckin' 17." I said getting up and storming upstairs.

I sat on the bed and realized how much I need August. He's 1 of 2 men I truly love. That doesn't include my father, I hate abusive men. Those men are Christopher my best friend, and Anthony, my first and only lover. My two favorite people.

"Ya ok beybeh, why ya cryin'?" August asked.

"I love ya." I said.

"Lemme help ya get ready." He said.

School

It was the 4th period when we got to school. I just wanted everyone to meet Chris. I ain't said nothing since I told August I loved him.

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