After Eight years, Ghenesis Santiago leaves for Atlanta, Ga to try having a relationship with her father and his new family. While having to maintain her senior year in highschool and working with her brother and his Crew under her father's orders...
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"Really.....out of all the dresses in that damn store, this is what you pick? You know I can't do a slit with these scars on my legs and the fuck did you do to my hair?" I whined as I looked at myself in the mirror.
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Man, I swear, if Scorpio don't stop playin' stylist with my life...
While I was knocked out - forced nap, mind you - she took it upon herself to do the most. Hair freshly done, face beat just enough, and she done picked out a dress like she was prepping me for the damn Met Gala. I sat up, blinkin' the sleep out my eyes like, "What in the Tyler Perry is this?"
She strutted into the bathroom all smug like she just saved my whole life.
"Oh girl, hush. Cry two tears and a bucket," she snapped, waving her hand like I was bein' dramatic. "I say we look good - quit your bitchin'. The hair color just a rinse, it'll wash out in two, and I got the nude night-long stockings. We good."
I looked in the mirror and squinted. The body wave was sittin' right, I ain't gonna lie...but that honey blonde? That was bold bold.
I sucked my teeth and grabbed my phone, taking a quick pic. My lips all glossy, eyes soft - whatever. I sent it to Auntie, Gigi, and the girls with a "y'all bet not laugh" caption, then tossed the phone on the counter and tried to hook my necklace.
"Scorp, why the hell you get our nails this damn long? You know I only do sports length."
She didn't even flinch. "You doin' dick grabbers today, sis. Deal with it."
"Bitch." I muttered under my breath.
"Who you talkin' to?"
I jumped like my soul got snatched. Turned around and there he was - Zeus.
Leanin' in the doorway like a damn GQ ad. Black shades on indoors, cigarette between his fingers, lips curled just enough to look dangerous. He was givin' silent threat vibes, but sexy. Ugh.
