“ Oh my gosh, Jamari!!! You danced like you had two left feet. HAHAHA!!!" Me and Krisilyn both burst into laughter. We'd all just left Panthers and Jamari's dancing is now the talk of the night. “So what exactly was that little dance that you did after the Running Man?" Krisilyn jokes. “ Man, chill out...I was swaggin' for real. There ain't nothing wrong with that." He counters.“ But, y'all need to clean that house when we get home because it looks a mess..." “Umm, excuse me Mr Daddy but, we don't stay there so we're not cleaning up a goddamn thing." I interrupt “If you want a maid, get a real girlfriend rather than two girls that you raped!!" a hit below the belt just as the peace was well in play. Now, there was nothing but quiet in the truck and it remained that way until we got to his house. I get out and walk straight into the house and proceed upstairs for a night's sleep. Jamari is right behind me until Krisilyn stops him. “ I'll help you clean up." She says.
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The Spoken
Teen FictionLife in the world of teens is complicated or at least that is what Krisilyn thinks. After being raped by the guy she only just met, she is now mixed up in her desires. She wants to tell but, her mouth just won't let her do it and now it's driving he...
