𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

11

kaelem haven laurier

"aren't you at work???" true asked as he answered my facetime call.

i could see he was still at the school at basketball practice based on the background noises.

"yeah but i wanted to call you..." i said sitting my phone up against the register.

"finna tell yo mom to fire you." he said and i smacked my lips.

"never happening." i said and he hummed in response.

"what you doing after practice?"

"taking a shower and a nap, just had to do 50 laps."

"for what???" i asked and he pursed his lips before speaking.

"talking back to coach bitch ass." he said and i shook my head.

"you gotta work on yo attitude."

"people needa work on not pissing me off." he shot back.

"i wanna take you out tonight." i said changing the subject.

".....you wanna take a nap wit me first???" he mumbled into the microphone.

"damn you can't ask me outloud." i said and he smacked his lips.

"bye kaelem." he said before hanging up.

i rolled my eyes before texting him.

-you a fuckin brat....

true:bitch fuck you

-bitch?

true: boy*

-mhmm.

true liked 'mhmm.'

-what time you gonna be home😒

true: 5:30 the latest 🙂

-i'll be there no later than 6

true: okay

i put my phone up and went into my moms office to bother her," you should let me get another tattoo." i said and she smacked her lips.

"what the hell you want now?" she asked and i shrugged.

"ion know...maybe sumn on my neck or chest..." i said pulling up my sleeves and looked at tha tattoos on my arm.

"mmm...you wanna do me a favor??" she asked and i shrugged.

"i'll pay you extra...go by the gas station and get me some backwoods."

"what if they id me??" i asked and she shrugged.

"just say you don't have your id, then he'll just ask for yo birthday." she said handing me $5.

"ight, i'll be back." i said grabbing my keys from her desk.

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i heard light snoring from true as he slept against my chest, we had fallen asleep beside each other but when i woke up he was laying on top of me.