°Curtis in the Media☝📷
=3 years ago, Sophomore year=🏫
(Angel's POV)💌Currently, I'm fooling around with Armani on our new Apple laptop, which is an award from our mom and dad. Since phones were a little too expensive to upgrade right now, they just got us a laptop for good grades in school.
But hey, I keep my grades up only because I wouldn't be able to play ball if I didn't. Ball is life. And if paying attention in class, doing homework and extra credit keeps me with that kind of access, then so be it.
"I gets crazy. I-I gets crazy. I gets crazy--" Ari sings, jamming to this new female rapper by the name of Nicki Minaj.
"Sis? Let's talk"
"After my song. .....I just came up in the motherfucking old school--" she busts out singing.
"Armani! You can listen to it later" I turn down the radio.
"Ughh. What do you wanna talk about Angel?" she sits back and folds her arms over her chest.
"I need your help..."
"Okay. With?"
"I met a boy the other day and I ended up giving him my number"
"Mm. Is he from school?"
"No. But he does hang out around there a lot. I've seen him around the block occasionally, and we always make eye contact. But the other day, he was in the school and offering me some type of....I don't know. Something called a "Roll?" I think"
"So he offered you weed huh? In our school?"
My eyes widen. "That's what they call it now? Weed?"
"Uh yeah. Was it a brown rolled up piece of paper?"
"I don't know. It was sealed in plastic"
"Wow. So you like a drug dealer?"
"I never said I liked him Ari" I blush.
"You do. I can see it all in your face, but tell me about him"
"He's gorgeous"
She chuckled. "What does he look like, Angel?"
Pulling out my IPhone 4 from my shorts, I show her the picture he sent me while we texted.
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RomanceBook 4 to My Boo💋 This is the Next Generation for Brandi and Brianna's kids. All grown up and meeting this cruel thing we call "Life", see how they deal with being young adults in a drug-trafficing family business😏 Enjoy🤗