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"Hello?" I picked up my cellphone, placing it to my ear.
"Yo! What you doing?" DeMarco's voice answered back.
"It's 4 in the morning." I rolled my eyes. "What else would i be doing?"
"Well you ain't sleep so get up. We got some where to be."
I pulled the phone back from my ear and looked at it as if he could see me. "Somewhere to be? Like where?" I scrunched up my face.
"Just be ready in 10 minutes." He said before hanging up.
I scuffed and tossed my phone to the side. I wasn't going nowhere. Not until Sincere told me to move. And plus I wasn't feeling too good. These pregnancy symptoms were nothing to play with.
"Who was that?" Serenity asked, standing at my vanity applying lip gloss for what seemed like the 3rd time.
"Marco." I replied keeping it simple.
"Hmm it's kinda late for him to be calling ain't it?"
"It's too late for you to be going out? Ain't it?" I snapped back playfully cocking my head to the side. She waved me off.
"I'm only going to see my man. Nothing special." She straightened out her clothes before turning to me. "How do I look?" She was sporting a tight fitting Baby Phat jogging suit and black Uggs to match.
"Grown."
"Good. That's the point. He doesn't know I'm 17." She picked up my flat iron and ran it through her hair.
I furrowed my eyebrows, sitting up out of the bed. "Then how old is he?" I questioned.
She looked at me through the mirror but didn't say anything.
"He ain't that old." She defended.
Crossing my arms over my chest I shook my head. "How old?"
"30..."
"30!" I exclaimed. "Years old?"
"Yes..." She put the flat iron down and started messing with her hair as if what she said didn't matter.
