" Bae you ok? " Malak put a reassuring hand on my thigh and squeezed it tenderly.
" No." I leaned onto my seatbelt and cried softly.
"OK? Drop the shit and tell me what's wrong!"
Of course, I debated telling him, but he deserves to know what I did.
" I'll tell you at home."
( At Janee' house )
I hopped out the car and jogged to my door with tears blowing against the side of my face. I fumbled with my keys for a while until I found the key. I burst through the door full of anger. I walked through the kitchen hastily and was caught off guard by my dad.
" Who's the young man behind you?" Damn.
" My best friend."I grabbed his wrist and drug his body up the stairs.
" Why you ain't tell I'm yo' bae?"His eyebrows were slowly knitting together.
"Because," tears streamed down my face," I'm not sure you will be when I tell you what I did."
A/N : I know it's short, but MANEE' MAY BE IN JEOPARDY SO THINK ON DAT!
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Teen FictionHigh School Love. Exes, new lovers, friends, guns, abuse, and baby mommas. Through it all, Malak and Janee' manage to salvage their love for each other and stick together like paper and glue. Question is: what did they have to go through to manag...
