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Chaper 2 "Im Loving It or Not"

"What the hell were you thinking. You must have lost your freaking mind , thinking your grown & wh.. what were you out with that MAN again. Your really got some nerve Camille"

My mom rambled on and on about how stupid I was for staying out all night. Frankly I didn't give a fuck, as my ass sank into the loose cushion of the love seat I was seating on I was still memorized about those man hands all over my body and just couldn't wait until the next time I could get some of that loving. If there was gonna be a next time because the way my mom was STILL going off I don't thing that time will be soon.

The war was semi- over at least for now anyway, so I make my way to my room. As I flop down on my bed. A  vanishing scent of his cologne seeps into my nostrils. My heart begins to flutter.

I am so in love.

My mom just doesn't get it. Like damn. I'm grown. Why I can't have my fun. It's not like I'm doing bad in school, I'm a straight A student. For some reason she feels like every little thing will throw me off my game. Not even. I'm not crazy now. Ain't no nigga gone take me off my square. I'm too good for that.... Than again, Antoine isn't just any nigga to me anymore. Especially after last night. Sometimes I wish she would just stay out of my personal life. She is way too focused on mine that she doesn't have one of her own.

Probably the reason my dad left her last year and she probably hasn't gotten none in years. She needs to chill. I got this.

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I jog down the stairs for dinner. I dread this time of the day. Annoying mother stories, irritating younger siblings, and horrible meals. My mom can't cook to save her soul but she thinks she's Paula Dean or some shit.

Tonight we are having, ultimate Mac and cheese casserole. What the hell is so ultimate about Mac and cheese, only my stomach will know. I am actually starving so I make myself a hefty plate and chow down. The older I get my appetite grows with me. My mom always questions me like, "why are you eating so much? Are you really that hungry? I don't understand. What's going on?" I always just look at her and roll my eyes. What the hell you think is wrong? Nothing I'm hungry so I eat I mean dang I can't eat in my own privacy either. She watches me like a hawk. I hate that shit. But it's whatever I just somehow ignore her and deal with it.

After dinner I just take the initiative to clean off the table and wash the dishes because I don't want one more reason for her to start a lecture tonight. I just want to get up stairs to Instagram and Facebook and wait on my last night call from my baby.

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*dong bling*

Unknown I.D : "I understand that you probably care but if you don't stay in your place, I will put you in it."

I read this text that flashed in my banner of my iPhone. And I completely freak out. I have no idea who this could be telling me to, stay in my place. I am in my place, or so I thought. I mean I didn't know I had a specific place to fit myself into. This is so not the last night conversation I was planning on. Who is this person even talking about? Who is this person? I hesitate to reply back but what the hel,l so I go for it.

"Who is this and what are you talking about?" I press SEND.

I wait, nervously for about 3 minutes and I hear the "dong bling" sound as I receive a new text message.  

" sweetheart you don't need to know who I am, Camille. Just be cool. We have more important busy to take care of. So your best bet is do what I said, stay in your place."

I instantly reply " we? Who is we? I dont know who this is.How do we have busy to take care of?"

Instantly a new text comes through. It reads " Not me and you silly"

I reply " then you and who"

A few minutes go by and I get antsy. My heart beats fast as I hear the dong bling sound again. As I read the text message, my heart skips a few beats. I shove the phone down into the blankets surrounding me and seat up on my bed. I can feel my forehead begin to sweat in my hands as I lay my forehead into them, elbows caving into my legs. And I snatch the phone back into my vision. And I seat there in disbelief.

The message read "Antoine".