Sahsa /Ron - *walks in apartment door*
Ron-Now don't think cause you staying here there won't be rul....
Sasha-WOW!!! *thinks* how does he afford a place like this
Sasha's POV-
How the hell does this boy pay for this place. It has to be a good 10k a month, and he only left like.... 9 months now. I wonder.....
Sasha-Have you been selling drugs ....?
Ron-what you really think I do that?! LOOK! I know this place is looking right , and you wonder where the money comes from. But if you living here you gotta know this. I'm not dealing NOTHING out here. GOT IT?
Sasha- YES! Damn I just got here
Ron- GOOD. Now call mom and tell her your here, but first go get your self settled in.
Sasha- Ok ......... Where's my room?
Ron- Oh, make a left while walking down that hall *points in direction of the hall*
Sasha-Thanks.
Ron- oh and one more thing , I didn't know what little girls liked so I just decorated your room when I was preparing for you to come today.
Sasha- I'm not little......
Ron's POV
I don't need her assuming things and that I be out here. Cause I stopped doing that when I left Oakland , that's why I got kicked out, my parents didn't want that kind of behavior around her , but how was I suppose to support us? Our dad ain't have a job for a year , and we needed the money. And it is none of Sasha's business what my business is .
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Teen FictionSasha James , a 17 year old girl from Oakland is sent out to live with her older brother in a studio apartment in New York. While attending a fine art school, her brother is a studio manager , and one day while having school end early Sasha must go...
