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🦋 Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne 🦋
"So, how have you been holding up?" My grandpa asked me.
"I've been alright, just chillin. Focusing on basketball and my music," I shrugged. "I have to try out for the team at my new school now."
"You go to the same school as Olivia?" He asked.
"Yeah she's in my first period and my seventh period," I explained. "She's cool people."
"Have you made any friends?" He asked.
"He doesn't even leave the house," my mom pitched in. "I try to get him up but he's just stuck in his room."
"I just haven't been feelin it I guess," I shrugged her off.
"How we'll do you know Olivia?" My mom asked my grandpa.
"I know her pretty well. That poor girl has been through more than she should've." He sighed. "I'm trying to convince her to keep her baby though, I think it'll be good for her."
"Her baby? She's pregnant?" My moms eyes Damn near popped out of her head.
I looked over at Olivia who was now helping an elderly lady paint her nails. She had a big smile on her face as she talked with the woman.
"Stokeley?"
"Hmm?" I looked at my mom.
"Does her boyfriend go to your school?" She asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "It's the first day how am I gonna know all the tea."
"It was a simple question," she sighed.
"I don't know, I didn't even know she was pregnant or that she had a boyfriend," I admitted. "I barely even talked to her."
"Well, maybe you should," My grandpa told me.
I sighed and shook my head, ignoring them. My grandpa was always calling me trying to fix me up with the workers here.
I'm just not looking for no commitment right now, I just need to focus on me and getting into college.
Plus, is it really my business that she's having a baby. I don't even know her enough to be interested. A pretty face doesn't always mean a pretty person.
