Chapter 7

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Dre



Renae Marie Jones


I rolled my eyes. "Daddy please. Please please." I begged.

"I don't know baby. I told you I'm going to have to think about it."

"Every other Senior is going. It's called a Senior trip!"

He turned to look at me. I shifted my legs looking right back at him.

"So that means Dorian wouldn't be able to go?" He frowned.

I rolled my eyes again and scrunched up my face.

"Dorian isn't a senior. Why would he go?"

He shrugged. I groaned walking upstairs to my room.

Next mouth all Seniors were taking a trip to New York. New motherfucking York. And my dad was debating on letting me go. May was going; So was Yanah. O' said if I couldn't he wouldn't either but there was no way I was letting him stay here and be miserable with me.

I pulled on my camo joggers and the sweater crop top to match it. I decided on no makeup and just put i hoop earrings and left my hair down.

"You finna go somewhere?" D asked coming into my room.

"Yeah, O'mar's cousins house."

"Who his cousin?" He sat on my bed.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I haven't met him yet."

He nodded looking at me.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"Dang. I can't look at my sister cause she pretty?" He sat up.

"Boy shut up

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"Boy shut up." I was fixing the lace on my green 11's.

"Those my shoes." He jacked one of them. I snatched it back.

"So." I stood up looking myself over. My hair was bone straight.

"I hope yo annoying ass do go to New York." He mumbled before walking out.

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I pulled up to the address O' had giving me. Applying a little lip gloss on, I finally got out and walked to the door. When I knocked, Dre answered the door. I smiled.

"Hey Re.

"Hi Dre" I ruffled his hair.

"Baby." O'mar smiled coming to the door.

It was good to see him smile. I know he was going through a lot. I gave him a hug.

"You okay?" I asked.

He nodded grabbing my hand leading me to the kitchen. There was a tall light skin. He looked a little like O'marien, but not as much.

"Mal, this my girl; Renae."

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