Chapter 47

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Keisha

I'm at Kahlil's place. He insisted we study for our upcoming midterm.

I'm not going to lie our eyes have been closed more than they've been on paper.

His parents aren't home.

"Okay Kahlil as much as I enjoy kissing you, I still want to graduate with top honours."

"You will. I'm not done—"

The doorbell ringing proves that this is totally done.

"It's probably just my parents back from grocery shopping."

Kahlil walks out of his room.

I set up our laptops at his desk and get out our notes and textbooks.

Tamera has been texting me nonstop because Wayne decided to take her on this extra extravagant date today. He sent a bunch of flowers to her house. As told her to get ready for tonight and she is freaking out because the note that came with the flowers indirectly said I love you and now she's overthinking.

I put my phone down. It's been like ten minutes. Kahlil isn't back.

I walk downstairs... there is an older woman on the couch.

Then I hear, "I don't know who you think you are fooling. I saw those shoes. Where is she?"

Mr. Mur.

"Remi, leave Kahlil alone." The woman says.

"Leave me alone!" He replies.

Kahlil walks out with some drinks and sets them in front of the woman.

He makes eyes contact with me. And silently tells me to come over.

"Keisha this is my grandmother. You already know—"

"Keisha! I told you she was here!"

"Grandpa you don't need to yell I'm right here and I never denied that my girlfriend was here."

I laugh at his annoyance. "Hello Mr. Mur, it's a pleasure to see you again. And it's nice to meet you..."

"Please call me Charity."

Before I can reply the door opens. Kahlil runs past us all.

"Hey." He says with a voice full of fear.

"You haven't spoken to us in like two days. Are you feeling guilty?" Robin laughs.

"Is Keisha here?" Draymond asks. I walk over there.

I know Kahlil is trying to set in the fact his grandmother is here.

So I say it.

"Mr. Mur and Charity are here."

Kahlil looks at me like I'm crazy.

Robin drops the bags in her hands.

She lowers her voice immensely. "You let that woman in my home!"

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