UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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03: seven dead
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The rest of the school day was pretty normal. Worked on my Science project by myself because I've yet to pick a partner, ate lunch, went to my other classes.
The usual.
Except today wasn't usual because Aaronzé kissed me! And people were talking about it all damn day!
They're 'shipping' us now..
Did I want him to kiss me? NO, I don't know where he's been and I know Aaronzé is a player. He could have anyone. He has multiple, I'm sure of it. I'm not stupid. IT WAS A FOREHEAD KISS LIKE C'MON!
"Marae, honey, you look spaced out," Grandma looked concerned as she put my food in front of me.
"It's nothing Nana," I prompted a smile, "Just daydreaming."
Mom nodded while sipping her drink, "She does that often."
"Maybe she's retarded.." Grandpa whispered loudly to Terrence, knowing I'd hear it.
I gasped dramatically, "Pa!"
Everybody laughed, including my little brother. "Dad you do the most," Mom said, "Now, prayers, anyone? Who's praying today?"
