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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"Maraeeeeeee!!!!" Ava shouts from halfway across the mall at me, waving and calling me over.
That's one way to get my attention, I say to myself as I walk her direction. She, Rachel and I were shopping for outfits to wear to the cookout.
"I found a store," She said reffering to the one behind us. It did not look appropriate for my mother's birthday.
"It's a cookout, not a porno."
Rachel jutted out her bottom lip with a pout, "Not even a summer dress?"
"Hell no."
Ava and her flirtatious brother—Latrell—were at the mall looking for anything that I could wear to my mom's party. Everything I owned was either too dark, too long, too wintery;
Or as Rachel put it, "too much fabric"
And yeah, I said Latrell. He follows his sister everywhere if I'm around, and she only lets him because she swears up and down it's not hard to ignore him.
She is wrong.
"Let's at least get you something that shows more than a calf or forearm," Ava tugged my arm, "C'mon!"
Sighing, I finally gave up. "Fine." I said, "Take me to my death."
The two girls cheered and practically dragged me into the store, Latrell chuckling as he trails behind.
