Chapter 1: Shoe Game & Jaronte

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***Read the description to find out about the beginning of this book.

We ran back into the house.

"Where were y'all?", my mama asked. Her weave was all out that she was looking like some type of hobo.

"We were just outside. We heard some gunshots and we was like "Sugar Honey Ice Tea", so we ran back inside.", Jaronte told my mother.

My mama don't let anybody curse up in this house, honey. We have to use key words.

"Well, I is going to leave. Gotta meet my side chick.", Jaronte says.

"YOUR WHO?!", I yelled. "I mean... Your who?", I said in a calmer tone.

"My side chick... Vantrice...", he said.

"OH HELL-O NO! WHERE IS THIS FEMALE DOG?! I SWEAR AND I WILL COME STAB THE BLACK OUT OF HER!", I yelled. I started grabbing a butcher's knife out of the kitchen.

"WHERE IS THIS MUTT?! I WILL COME HURT HER TODAY!"

"WOAH! BRUH WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!", Jaronte asked me as he quickly grabs the knife out of my hand.

My mama looked at me like I was some strange looking alien.

"Sorry... I'm just protective of you. You like a brother to me.", I said. But, secretly I loved him. Like, who couldn't?

"Well, I'm going to go now--", he paused as I ran into his arms and gave him a hug.

"I love you", I whispered.

"Love you too.", he said for the first time.

As we was hugging me I was smiling a huge smile. I couldn't believe he said that.

He left the house to go see that mutt Vantrice. Wait... Did he say that she was his side chick. So who is his main chick?

I thought about this so hard. "Is it me? Or is it that other mutt he been hanging out lately. Not Vantrice, uh... What's her face? Trashae. That's it.", I thought.

I knew I shouldn't have been getting mad about this. He probably things I'm crazy now. I wonder if he really loved me. I can't just go up and call him while he is with his "side chick", "Hey. You love me?". That would be awkward.

"What you want for dinner? KFC?", my mama asked.

"Jaronte.", I replied

"WHAT?!", my mama responded. "NO! DINNER! DO YOU WANT KFC WITH YOUR THIRSTY SELF?!"

"Oh... Uh... yeah... I don't care.", I said.

I ran to my bedroom. This is going to be a long night. All I'm going to think about is Jaronte, Jaronte, and Jaronte. "We possibly could have children someday.", I thought. "If it's a boy Jaronte Jr.. If it's a girl, Simone Little."

Wow. I have gone crazy.

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