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28: my ass
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"BRUHHHH WHERE IS MY CELLULAR."
Aaronzé chuckles and plucks it from the chair I was sitting on, "It's right here Mae."
I look at the phone I'd been searching for - for the past twenty something minutes. I snatched it.
And he just FOUND it like that!?
I roll my eyes and shove it into my pocket, "I don't even care.
Again, he laughs, "Let's go Marae, I have to get you home."
I give him a stank behind look and then shrug, signaling that he was right but I again, dOnT eVeN cArE.
Aaronzé smirks and pulls at my hand, "Come onnn."
Suddenly I'm being pulled towards the elevator by Ronzé.
"Helllppppp I'm being kidnapped!" I semi-shout.
He squints at me.
"Anybody that would kidnap you would return you within seconds," He states.
"Why."
Aaronzé presses the button and chuckles, "Because you'll annoy them half to death."
My jaw swung open, giving a hurt expression, "Uh-"
Then I crossed my arms and turned away from him, "So you would return me."
The elevator door opens, and I step inside, as well as Aaronzé.
He shakes his head and presses another button before turning to me, "I wouldn't return you."
A smile spreads across my face.
"Really."
"Yes Mae," Aaronzé pulls me to him, and brushes my hair from my face, "Really."
"Why."
YOU ARE READING
Black Jack
RomanceUNDER 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...
