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𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐨𝐨'𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞
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"Why you keep staring at her?" Mike tapped me as I caught myself staring at Tee.
"I ain't looking at her." I said shaking my head as he smacked his lips and got up from the table we were both sitting on.
I looked over at Tee as she rushed around getting some last minute shit together.
We're at my Meet the Woo shoot and should be starting soon.
It's been a few days since the shit went down at the studio and I couldn't get her off my mind.
I don't know what it was.
The way she ain't want me just made me want her more, but do I even really like her or just like fucking with her? She is different though.
So it's a possibility.
Cause she know how to give me the same energy.
It hasn't been that intense since then because I haven't really seen her lately but we keep locking eyes and shit.
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Fanfic𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 cau·tion | \ ˈkȯ-shən \ 1. alertness and prudence in a hazardous situation; care; wariness: 2. a warning against danger or evil; anything serving as a warning: 𝐓𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 �...
