"You got it smelling good up in here, boy!" L'Oreal said as she walked into the small kitchen.
"Haha! And you know it, maaaan! Hey, yo, grab us a couple plates so I can serve it up." She reached up in the cupboard and delicately took some plates down, holding them out for him.
"So, what's on this bad boy?" L’Oreal asked, sitting on the countertop.
"Oh, you know, just the usual,” Sean answered. “My homemade secret marinara sauce, some smoked provolone, pepperoni, beef sausage, Italian sausage, onions, bell pepper, black olives, mushrooms, ham, banana peppers, some mozzarella cheese and a sprinkle of parmesan."
L’Oreal grinned. "Dang. That sounds good."
"Might make ya head pop off, girl,” he laughed.
"You got some cool-aid?" she asked.
He looked at her like she had insulted him. "Now, you know I got some cool-aid."
She laughed softly. "What flavor?"
"Red."
"My favorite! Gimme some and then we can finally eat," she said, grabbing her plate. She stopped, blinking. "Saying that made me feel really fat just now…." Sean whirled on her, lightly smacking her thigh with his spatula. "Girl! Cut that shit out. Come on. Let's eat."
She laughed, hopping down. "Okay!"
The two of them sat on the couch in Sean's living room, watching Family Guy and Futurama as they ate. Movies were out of the question, being as though they'd already watched every DVD he has. And because he was only a lowly college student, he couldn't afford all the premium cable channels. So basic cable it was. No matter though, because they could talk during the commercials; and they always did.
"So, what're you gonna do about your pop's company?" Sean asked L’Oreal.
She stared at the TV with a pensive look on her face. "Hmm, I'm not sure. Percy says that I can't take over the company until after I've completed at least four years of college."
Sean’s eyes narrowed. "Are you shitting me? When'd he say that?"
"Last night at the party he announced it. Said that it was in my father's will." She said this with a roll of those hazel eyes.
"Damn, I didn't know he could read your father's will. Then again, there isn't much Percy can't do with that amount of money rolling in. But that's cold. So now what?"
L’Oreal shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I have no choice. I'll go to college."
"Speaking of that, what about high school? You only have a couple more months to go. Are you gonna finish?"
"I want to....but.....if I go, he'll find me."
"Damn. I hadn't thought about that,” Sean muttered. “Well, is there a way you can take your classes online? I heard they'd started that this year at that school."
L’Oreal’s face lit up. "Oh, yeah! That's right. Mmm, but I think it's only for those students who have a legitimate reason not to attend school traditionally, right? I don't think they'll let me just because I ask."
"Yeah, but what if I can help you on that part?" Sean suggested with a smirk.
"Hm?"
"Well, y'all just got a new principal back in January, right?"
L’Oreal still looked a bit confused. "Yeah. Mrs. Wiley, I think. She came right after my birthday."
Sean nodded. "Yeah! I know her."
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Twisted Cinderella
AcakL'Oreal's life was like some kind of twisted Cinderella story. With only two months left before graduating high school, L'Oreal was optimistic, but life, she learns quickly, can be more cruel than she'd first assumed. After a series of twists and tu...
