A Real Niggas Love Hurts ©

Our First Time

Walking through a group of horny teenage boys is something every girl dreads. Odd enough, it's how I met him. ZeMonti Marshall.

I'm Rosealyn (Rosa-Lynn) Taylor but everyone calls me Rose. I'm 16, completely African-American, and popular. Creamy caramel skin,short honey-gold hair in smooth hand waves, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, coke body, 4'9 in height, and teeth whiter than snow with braces and a gap. I'm your average girl who loves average things. Mom died when I was 2, dad's in the army, and no siblings. That leaves me living at my highschool for the gifted, "Your Very Own Academy" which is the most known highschool in the country.

Two Months Being In My Junior Year

"Why isn't he returning my calls India? What if he's cheating on me or is like dead?" I asked my roommate and bestfriend. See, I date this guy, this really great guy. Lately he's been distant and avoiding me, people are saying he's cheating but I can't stomach the thought of that. Ya knoo? If your 1 year deep into a relationship, who really wants to believe their being cheated on? Not this bitch here, I can catch a damn case dealing with these niggas in this generation. Who can really sit there and get cheated on like it means nothing? Mama aint raise no fool. "Rosie, Datwon is just working on himself don't ya think?" India said as she looked down at her phone then at me, then at her phone again with a worrisome look in her eyes. "What is it? Is it about me, or me and Twon? You and me?" I pleaded for an answer with my eyes. "I'm so sorry babygirl..... I just got bad news" I sat on the couch waiting.

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