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SAINT OMAR NEL
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DETROIT, MICHIGAN
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-cravin'diesel'🚨.

"Did you get an haircut? It look's so good on you twin." Solánge, who was in my gym class we just finished asked, she's been flirting with me for two classes now. And I wasn't complaining.

She was pretty, had a small resemblance of tequila and kiyara, complexion taste wise.

I could say I had a type and solánge just fitted my description perfectly, I wasn't dating tequila or nothing so I practically can talk to whoever I want, right?

"Yeah, you like it?" I smirked, brushing my dreads back so she can get a clearer vision of my face, resting the basketball against my drenched-sweaty tee. "One of Shameek's bro's hooked me up, you're the first person to realise. Appreciate it solánge."

She giggles seductively, biting the end of her nail leaning more and more closer in my space, trying to sweet talk her way in for my number.

You see the thing with Iverson females they were so easy, and i most definitely wasn't talking about the tuggin' and fuckin' in bed.

They were easy to impress and manipulate into doing your homework or even sending naked flicks of themselves. Of course with the exchange of sex if they're so top with functioning a dick right.

Now days females at Iverson don't care who they fuck, all that matters to them is that they broke their ticket on being a virgin.

Their ticket on being an easy target for the seniors to slide in their panties like a lottery slot,

Fucking in bathroom stalls like they ain't got no morals nor home training, dressing up like sluts thinking they're entering a strip club.

We were in school!

It was crazy really, and it was crazy how most of them lie about being sexual assualted; just 'cause a nigga rejected your offer on piping doesn't mean you can ruin their future.

And, I'm not saying a lot of Iverson females lie about that, but i know majority of the females aren't telling the truth and can't accept rejection.

"I feel like we'd have a stronger friendship if you have my number." Solánge says with her hands being tangled around her curly hair, "Maybe i can help you practice for Friday's game, I'm good with balls."

I shrug unsure, feeling the rush of disloyalty run up in me.

What me and Tequila experienced yesterday; our first kiss, it really did feel some type of way, it made me feel some type of way.

I wanted more from her lips after that one kiss i left on her, it was so addicting and tasteful, i felt a small spark of 'feelings' i'll keep to myself and not admit it to her face directly.

I don't want to get clowned for expressing my feeling towards Tequila. Or a girl in general.

Especially from my basketball mates, they could never know, so letting Iverson girls on my neck is the best option.

"I'll give you my Instagram, but number?" I raise a brow glancing at her crazy. "That's maybe pushing it."

She nodded taking her phone out, her three friends who sat behind us on the bleachers praised her with some coo's and awe's. "So, I guess you and tequila aren't as serious if you're giving me your insta."

"Hm? watchu' mean?" I reply rubbing my chin nervous, following her lead as we walked out the gym noticing groups of other teenagers running through the hallways.