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Trust Me (2)

• Janelle POV

I swear Yazmine gets on my nerves. I can 17 I'm not lil' Jane anymore. I know what I'm doing with my life. Just leave me be..

I thought to myself as I began vacuuming the living room floor. Once I was finished I pulled the plug from the wall, and put the vacuum back in the hallway closet. That's when I heard my cell phone ringing:

" You da one I think about all day,

your da one I think about always,

you da one so I make sure I behave,

your love is my love, my love is your l---"

I grabbed my phone from the kitchen counter and answered it,

"Hello?"

"Hey baby."

I instantly recognized the voice. A smile spread across my face.

"Hey John. What's up?"

"Nothing. Just checking on ya. You alright?"

"Yea, I'm fine, why?"

"I saw the way her sister looked at us before you left. I did I get you in trouble?"

Yazmine does nothing but embarrass me. She needs to calm down and trust me. I'm not stupid. Let me breath. I love my sister and all. But she just needs to let me live. Let me experience lessons in my life and learn from them. Ya know?

"No, not really. Minnie doesn't like it with you touch me. I don't think she trusts me." I said in a sadden tone.

"Oh dang.. Well I just want you to know that I love you. And I would never do anything to hurt you on suppose. And imma always be there for ya. Ya know that right?"

"Yea I know. I love you too." I giggled.

John really is a good guy when you get to know him. He was nothing like the rest of guys in my past relationships. He actually cares about me. John never forces or pressures me to do anything I was uncomfortable with. We've been dating for about 5 months now. When ever he made a promise he kept it.

"Good.. Aye I meaning to ask you. How long has it been since Minnie dated somebody?"

I frowned to myself. How long has it been? I thought about it. Some guy named Shawn? Their relationship lasted a good while. Till he did something. I don't really know what it was. He was always there for me. Thru bricks and wood.

"A year? I don't even know. its been a while though."

"Hmm.. Well I'll be over 'round 3 tomorrow. You don't even have to wear nothing special. Cause girl your amazing just way you a--"

"Ugh, okay! I get it." We both laughed.

He was tryna to sing to me again. Lawds knows this boy couldn't sing. I didn't want to burst his bubble. He always had a way of putting a smile on my face. No matter the situation.. and I loved him for that.

" I'm serious Jan. Matter a fact you don't even have to wear anything." He said in a kinda serious tone.

I giggled. John is dumb.

"Boy, shut up." I said still laughing a lil. " I gotta finish the cleaning up before Minnie gets home. I'll ttyl."

"That's a good girl. I'll text you later. I love you."

"Lol, I love you too, bye." I hung up.

My name is Janelle Clark. I'm 17 years young. I'm 5'4 thick, with a light-brown skin tone, short curly hair, dusty brown hair (Its shoulder length). I cut it a while back just because.. Anyways I have a lip piecing and a belly ring piecing. Yazmine and I look nothing a like.

• Yazmine POV

I had just arrived home. I tossed my things on the living room couch. And walked straight for the kitchen. Everything seemed to be straight. I open the frig and grabbed a water bottle. I twisted the cap off taking 4 big gulps out of it. Then lied the bottle on the counter.

I worked at McDonalds on weekdays from 3:00 p.m thru 9:00 p.m. Thing about working is you have to be respectful, to the people that disrespect you. Own think that's fair. Gotta do what ya gotta do though. Nobody said it'll be easy.

I walked upstairs I wanted to check on Janelle. Didn't hear anything. I twisted the door knob slowly pushing it open. Peeking inside I saw Janelle fast asleep.

"Good night, Jan." I quietly closed the door back and headed for my room.

"Bed! I've missed you!" I shouted before tossing myself on it. Didn't even bother changing clothes.

It felt so good. My bones felt as ease. They could finally relax. I've been on them all day. Soon I was fast asleep.

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