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H.E.R C H A P T E R 15
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•Jordan•
"Jordan stop looking at me." Christina looked back at me holding her hand over her mouth laughing.
I chuckled leaning back on my table sipping my raspberry lemonade with ice.
"What's the matter babygirl? I'm making you nervous?" I sat up resting my elbows on my knees watching her.
"Yeah. Now stop looking tame weirdo." She playfully rolled her eyes and grabbed her ball.
"Go head Babygirl. Roll the ball."
"Stop watching me. I'm not a show." She huskily rolled her eyes at me. But she still didn't roll the ball.
"You is a show baby." I called out to her.
She blushed and rolled her eyes. I heard her mumble a whatever before she rolled the ball down the aisle. The ball rolled in the corner, missing all the pins.
"See it all ya fault." She rolled her eyes coming back to me.
"It's not my fault, with ya lil mad ass." I stood up stretching. "Now let me show you how a real champion does it." I walked pass her giving her butt a light slap.
"Stop Jordan." She giggled sitting down in my seat.
She know she like when I smack her ass. I know her.
"Yeah whatever fat butt." I flagged her off pulling up my jeans before grabbing my ball.
"Watch Babygirl. Learn a thing or two." I squat down in my stance before rolling the ball down the aisle.
I stood up with my hands in the air. The machine dead 'STRIKE' and I yelled right along with it.
"Ahhhh. I'm the motherfucking champ, ask about me." I smiled walking over to her. People was just looking at me.
Christina had a smile on her face.
"You so hype." She playfully rolled her eyes sipping my juice.
"Who said drink my juice?" I snatched my drink out of her hand.
I sipped it.
"Because I'm thirsty and hungry." She pouted looking up at me. Her cute ass.
I don't know why she didn't want a drink, before we started.
"Let's go eat then." I held my hand out for her hand.
"Boy I don't know where ya hands been." She gave my hand a stank look.
"Last time I checked, they was on that fat ass of yours. Now let's go." She playfully rolled her eyes getting up grabbing her purse and my hand.
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