This story is about 16 year old Kentrell Gaulden and 15 year old Javen Scott. Both recently moved to Atlanta, Georgia due to personal problems. They meet at school and become best friends along with some of Kentrell's fellow friends from where he pr...
Nia- don't call me slow y'all, but 14-15 is like a middle schooler right? — November 20, 2019 11:44 p.m Houston, Texas Continuing from last chapter — Javen Khari Scott
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"You got it?" Malique asked as I got out his car. I was a little drunk. After the twins party everything was good but I still felt a little weird and I was still upset. He wanted to take me out and it took me a second before I agreed.
I went home thankfully beating Kentrell there. In the process of getting ready I packed a few bags for me and the twins and put them in the trunk of my car. As soon as I went back home, I was gone. I wasn't playing when I said I was done.
I was so glad Malique took me out, I ended up having a great time. He made me feel better, he put a smile on my face, made me laugh and most importantly showed me love. He was just affectionate to me all night.
I told him about what's been going on with me and Kentrell for the past 4 years we've known each other, not everything. But I told him what I could. He didn't judge and was very wise with his words. He made me feel so safe.
We had came to this hotel because this is where he was staying while he was out here. I still found it amazing how he still lived in Chicago. He said not much went on anymore, everybody seemed to calm down. Although it did have it's moments.
It made me think about going back but I would never. Maybe to visit, but to live there? Never again.
He grabbed my hand wrapping his arm around my waist for support so I wouldn't trip or anything.
We went in the building and I couldn't help but to be all over him. He laughed and then we got in the elevator.
I started to kiss all over his neck, he grip my waist making me whimper, I was in pain right there. I wasn't completely healed yet.
"Sorry mamas." I smiled, it sounded better when he said it. It actually gave me "butterflies".
We got off the elevator going to the room he was staying in. He opened the door for me making sure I carefully got in.
I kinda just stood there, I felt awkward. We never did anything like this, the most I ever did with this nigga was kiss him. We were just little middle/ high schoolers when we started "dating". We didn't even last long either.
But now we were grown, SINGLE, and knew a lot about a lot. It didn't matter what we did like it would've before.
He sat me down on the bed taking off my heels. I did a long sigh rubbing my feet when he got them off.
"Feel better?" He asked with a chuckle rubbing them for me and I nodded. The rubbing went from my feet up to my thighs.
"Thank you for everything you've done. I really do appreciate it." I said and he nodded.
