"Time's being wasted. Screaming, not listening I promise you'll hear me better. You're so unaware that we're feeling. The same thing, the same damn thing. Time is standing still, So why are we still here."
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Chapter8
"Hazel Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends on what that favor is ma'am"
I gave her a blank stare
"I'm just playing wassup?"
"You mind flat ironing my hair for me?"
"All of that hair?"
"Naw half of my head, yes bitch all of my hair!"
"Alright give me a minute, let me find my good flat irons"
she went out the room in search for her flat irons. She came back in the living room with her favorite pair of flat irons, a tight toothed comb and heat protectant.
She came and parted my hair and put the rest in a ponytail.
My phone vibrated on my lap causing me to jump and Hazel burn my ear
"Ouch whore"
"Stay still then Marie"
I pulled my phone out and noticed that I had a text from Chris.
"Wassup beautiful"
"hello"
"wyd today"
"nothing I just got home, why wassup?"
"Are we still up for dinner?"
Damn it I almost forgot about that
"Yes we are"
"Coo coo, what you in the mood for?"
"Surprise me"
He chuckled causing chills to grow up my spine. His voice is so husky and deep every time he laughed or chuckles it sounds nice.
"I got you ma"
"So what is this like a date or something?"
"It'll only be a date if you call it that, the way I see is just two people trying to get to know each other"
"okay I'm fine with that , when do you think you'll be on your way."
"I'll be on my way by seven o'clock and be ready don't have me waiting"
I smirked at his response
I so happen to look up to think about what I should say back
"who you texting?"
She combed through a section of hair
"I was texting Chris"
She giggled "Papa bear"
"Imma need you and Jacob to stop calling him that"
"Ow shit look at Marie! Taking up for her man! You go girl"
"Shut the hell up" I laughed "he is not my man"
