Who is Kiandra?

Chapter 12

Liyah POV

I'm tired. I can't go through boy trouble anymore. Don almost ruined my plans for college. He made me loose track of my school work...he made me skip school with him. Then he cheats on me for not having sex.

After running off to Kiandra's room I sat on her cold unmade bed and laid on my back. Then I heard the door open.

"What."

"I'm sorry, can we uh...talk?"

"Whatever."

"Please." He sat on the bed and played with his fingers.

I lifted my self up and curled in the corner of the bed.

"I'm sorry for being a pompous ass to you, it's just that my girl India is coming back in town and I love her. We just can't-"

"I understand." I hid my hurt feelings and smiled it off.

"You do?"

"Wait..." I scooted my body towards his and hugged him because I just wanted to make amends.

"What are you--"

"A hug. So things can go back to normal between us, damn." I sucked my teeth.

"Ohh den come hea girl!" He smirked and opened his arms.

We hugged. Before I could pull myself out, he lifted my chin and kissed my lips.

"Jae." I mumbled in between the kiss. Our lips never broke off. We kissed silently for a while until I felt the urge to take his shirt off.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking your shirt off."

"I can't do this." He fixed his shirt, got up, then walked off.

I laid my ass right back in the spot he found me in and wished things could have ended differently. Why does he keep leading me on? I want to lose my virgnity to him...not Don. I want him badly and I want him now. Fuck his girlfriend.

Jae POV

What the fuck is wrong with me? I need to control my self I got my girl coming in less than 5 hours I ain't tryna be a cheater.

I glanced at phone and it was 11:42 p.m.

Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

My phone went off and the bright led light kept flashing. I had gotten a call from India, she must have just got off her flight. I completely forgot she was coming tonight.

I calmly picked up the phone and cleared my throat.

"Hey ma." I answered trying to tone down my raspy voice.

"Yea babe, I'm the airport...where the hell are you?" She said sounding irritated.

"Yea I'm sorry ba--"

"Don't baby me nigga...come get me. It's cold out here!" She said sounding impatient.

"Aight, I'm on my way." I hung up and ran my hands on my face then got my ass up.

I'm always messing up. I can never do right.

I slipped on my black sweats over my nike basketball shorts. I put on my white slides and made my way down the staircase. I peeped around the corner to see if the girls were still downstairs but they weren't.

I sped walked to the car and hopped in.

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India POV

"Yes mother, I'm here at airport." I smiled at the thought of my mother checking up on me.