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"Are you serious Marc Anthonie!" my mom yells as soon as I step foot in the house. " How can you act so silly, son. We do not fight at school!" she continues on.
" I know mama I know, but he just kept on egging and egging." I explain.
"It doesn't matter Marc, you don't fight at school. Do it outside of school." She continues on with her lecture. I bet if she knew he was messing with her sweet Gabriella she would shut all that no fighting down.
"Momma, he was messing with Tini and would not leave her alone. That's why I was fighting. If it was about me i would have simply ignored him." as the world leave my mouth. Her face starts to lose its redness. Her scowl slowly drops.
"Well why didn't you start with that, did you get him good?" she asks. See
"I did, yes. I'm probably going to get sued. I broke his hand that he pitches with."
"Good thing your father is rich." she adds with a smile on her face.
I simply hum in response. For the remainder of the day I sit with my mom and watch tv with her.
"This was so fun figlio, you should get in trouble more often." my mom comments as she gets up to take the dishes we used for food to the kitchen. As she makes her exit Millie steps into the house.
"Yurrrr" he shouts, making his presence known.
"Wassup Millie." i say reciprocating his energy.
" I heard you were at school fighting.. Is that true" he slings his book bag to the ground as he falls back onto the couch beside me.
"Yeah fam I did" I say chuckling as a quick flashback hits me. He was actually smiling then got rocked knocked to the floor.
"Sebastian?"
I nod in response.
"Bout time twin. You should've been did that, he been teetering the line for a hot minute." he says dapping me up.
"Yeah I know. What's the move today?" I ask, knowing he has something going on.
"I'm meeting up with Angel later on to prep him for his date with anastasia."
"Oh so Anthonie is putting my idea to use." I say with a little 'hmp' sound.
"Yeah he is. That's the only option he has."
"Why is he having you prep and not me? I am the one who was in kahoots with her."
It makes more sense to me for me to help.
"Because he's petty, he is still upset that you wouldn't do it"
My dad is the pettist man I know, Remmy falling right after him.
"He'll be alright.'' I say shooing him off.
"You can go with me if you'd like" he offers a nice smile but i already know if i say ill go that ill be doing most of the work.
