Chpt. 26

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·Another week later, October 1st·
Brianna's Pov💚   📍Dollar Tree

·Another week later, October 1st· Brianna's Pov💚   📍Dollar Tree

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Recently...my annoying-ass sister got me an interview to an actual fucking job. As punishment for getting suspended from school, both me and Riley had to get actual...jobs bruh. And annoyingly...I got the damn job. And you won't believe what job I actually got. ....Dollar Tree bruh. While Riley gets WaWa with 11 dollars an hour😭 What the absolute fuck.

So now, I'm at this fucking job...looking stupid as fuck...

I know my name tag says "Indya" and that's because

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I know my name tag says "Indya" and that's because... don't know nobody need to know my first name, if I'm working at this bitch. I can't be known working at this store🙅

But just as I'm feeling bored and stupid, Dre comes in and approaches my register in particular. "Well hey miss Indya" he smiled, looking at my name tag.

"How can I help you?" I smiled back.

"Shit, you helped me enough last night" he licks his lips.

Dre or Andre, is that dark skin boy I met that day I left out of the school. Ever since then, me and him been talking on the side..and last night we did it for the second time. In my mind he was just supposed to be like a one night sorta thing but...I can't drop niggas that hit it good too easily.

And since Jacob was busy with his new baby, I don't think I can ask him for sex as much anymore.

"So you brung me some green?" I asked.

"Nah, I work at night girl"

"But don't I get special treatment" I say seductively.

He blushed but then slides me a tiny pack on the low.

"Thank you baby boy" I said, putting the packet in my shirt pocket for later.

"But I heard you know Jacobson"

"Mhm..." I hummed.

"So what, are y'all together?" He asked.

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