I moved all my shit into my new house, with the help of some dude named Dre . He just so happened to be jogging in the area while I was unloading the uhaul . He was one of those fine brothas. Perfect teeth, darkskinned, with the waves on swim. I constantly had to remind myself that I didn't move to Houston for drama or a relationship, just to lay low for a bit .
" thank you Jay " I told him with a pleasant smile when we were finished.
He shook his head & smiled back so I asked " what's wrong ? "
" My name is Dre , and you called me jay. You better get used to my name cause I'll be around a lot , I promise. "
He then turned around and walked away, which made me bite my lips cause he even walk fine . My question was .. what did he mean by " he'll be around a lot ? " Was he flirting with me ?
I closed the door and started unpacking some of these heavy ass boxes . In the box with all my candles was a yellow sticky note that caught my eye . I turned the note over and it read : Janae, you better gimme back my $20 I let you borrow for bingo girl or I'll make you pay for it in bed. -love , Ken ❤
A sigh of relief came over my body . This the letter Ken was talking about . I forgot to pay him back. If this what Ken was talking about though, then who wrote the letter taped to my mother's forehead ?
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Survival By Any Means
General FictionJanae doesn't know which way to turn anymore . Her family is falling apart and She's use to getting what she wants , but lately things haven't been going right . Her life is slowly spilling out her body, but you can bet all your money Janae will co...
