Chapter Four ~ House Party

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Lucas P.O.V.
I woke up today with a smile and LJ at attention which was that way cause I had Alyssa on my mind when I fell asleep. Since I got here I've been thinking about having a house warming party for myself. We moved here in July and as normal I had the place mostly to myself.

What I meant by "as normal" is that since Mike gained custody of me I always had a babysitter until I was 15 and could take care of myself. Mike never once tried to figure me out that fucking bastard.

I got up out my bed and walked to the bathroom to do my hygiene. After I finished I walked to my bedroom and walked straight towards my wardrobe and chose

Damn I look good. I love myself cause ain't nobody but my mama gon love my selfish ass or put up with me. I walked picked up my black jansport book bag, threw my 5S, headphones and charger in it and walked out and locked my door behind me.

I walked downstairs to find a note taped to the counter:
Lucas I'll be away on business for a month or two,$30,000 was put in your bank account and no trouble can't bail you out from Brazil. ~ Michael C.

I sucked my teeth and threw the note away. I made myself a bowl of Fruit Loops and milk and a tall glass of OJ. I put my dishes in the sink. I grabbed the keys to my white Mercedes and walked out. I locked up the house and walked to the garage to get my baby out of there.

I got my car out and drove to school in air-conditioned silence. I knew that throwing this party wouldn't be easy but with the help of my main nigga, Dillyn imma make this the litest party Greystone Academy has ever seen. I was about to turn the corner of my street then my phone started ringing so I pulled aside and got my phone out. It was Alyssa but I missed the call so I called her cute ass right back.
Babygirl: Lucas?!
Me: Yea b you got me?!
Babygirl: Um could you come get me imma text you the address
Me: aight bye Aly
Babygirl: thanks bye
 
So I guess we're going to school together. This should be interesting.

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