"Do you think we're soul mates?" She asked, lifting her head in order to lock eyes with him.
It took him a moment, mustering up his answer. Thinking about how they were so alike, but so different. How they had been through similar things and had th...
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LEGACY DAYLION HENDRIX FRIDAY NIGHT MARCH 17th, 2023.
"SO WHAT THE hell happened?" Tyshawn asked as the group opened the door letting the duo out of the closet. They didn't have a goal, but they wanted to see what would happen between them.
The chemistry between them they had been witnessing all night, was what urged them to do what they did. They were ready to accept the consequences for their actions, as long as they got to know what happened behind the closed door.
They tried putting their ear up to listen in on them, but the music was entirely too loud the whole time. It was a dead end, and now all they had for evidence was what the two were willing to tell them, or whatever the noticed different about them.
"What was even the point of that. We wasn't even playing that game with y'all." Legacy muttered softly, rubbing the side of his neck, standing directly behind Kataleya.
"Oh whatever." Tyshawn waved them off. Legacy and leya stood there looking awkwardly around at everyone. Her eyes latched onto brandy standing next to her bestfriend with a sour look etched across her face.
"So what y'all did?" Twan asked curiously with his arm around the girl that they were playing beer pong with only ten minutes before.
"I slid my pussy cross his face! Damn! All in our business." Leya snapped. As always when ever she felt like too many invasive questions were being asked, she gave an out of pocket answer.
Everybody started laughing, but Adonis let out a chuckle before speaking. "While y'all playing, ion think she is. Both Dey ass covered in hickeys they ain't go in wit." He pointed out.
Everybody glanced between the two, being able to easily decipher passion marks all over them. "What the fuckkk," Khalil was in shock.
The two of them showed no remorse for their actions. "What y'all lookin at? We ain't sorry. If anything y'all should be sorry and apologizing for locking us in a hot closet with liquor in our system. I was burning up." Leya complained.
Nobody said anything, just trying to study them. They were so comfortable—almost as if they had done it many times before. Their actions were puzzling the minds of their peers and friends.
"I thought y'all was just friends?" Brandy crossed her arms, unable to hold her tongue any longer. She thought she would eventually be the one to end up in the closet with legacy.
She heard them planning to shove legacy in there and she was positive it would be with her because it was common knowledge he liked her—or at least he used to.
