CHAPTER 10.
I ran upstairs to my room. It was 6:30. Another hour until I go and find him. I decided to get ready early so I'd have time to look my complete best. Something was telling me to still get all dressy for the night. My mother was having some friends over so it wasn't really important where I went. I found my outfit for the night: mint green dress, gold accessories, smokey eye, etc. The exact look Santo loves. I hopped in the shower, washed my hair, shaved, and did everything I needed to do. Surprisingly, I was done by 7:00. I guess people really can accomplish the impossible when they're in love. I spritzed some perfume on my wrists and behind my ears, and went to go pick up the dinner for my mom and her friends. At 7:20, I drove to Romar. This was really about to happen. In the shadows I saw what appeared to be a man dressed in a suit.
"Ahh, you came." he said.
"Yeah, who are you? Where is Chresanto?" I asked.
"Don't worry about him, baby. Just hop in the car with me." he started toward me.
"Do not take another step." I demanded "I swear if you don't tell me where my boyfriend is right n-" the man cut me off. He stepped under the streetlights, and it was him!
"Santo!" I ran to him. "Baby, what's going on? I was so worried with the book bag and the blood.."
"Calm down. It was all fake. I wanted to make sure you'd come tonight."
"Asshole!" I hit him. "Don't ever scare me like that. You had me ready to throw down in your favorite dress tonight!"
"No, mami. That dress looks too good on you to be ruined." he came closer to me and whispered, "and it's going to look even better on the floor in my room tonight." I smiled and he laughed. He kissed me and then we drove in his car to Olive Garden. I still don't understand how I was blessed with such a perfect man. The night was perfect. We ate, went to a movie, stopped for frozen yogurt, and even got to do a little shopping. We loved spoiling each other so we both paid each other's expenses.
*Santo's house*
~Neighbors Know My Name playing~
Towards the end of the climax, I felt something... liquid. I didn't say anything because I thought it was just me. We finished and I continued on not thinking anything of it..
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What I Want, When I Want
Genç KurguThis story is a reflection of a 17 year old's life starting in Brooklyn and ending up in Jersey City. The drugs, the love, the lies... Can this young lady really live her life the way she wants..?