That night
I limped around the big ass mansion, I was mad as fuck that nobody was picking their phone up and it was going on nine.
April and I needed to be home by eleven or that was my ass.
I sigh frustrated as hell as April phone goes to voice mail again. I put my phone yo my forehead and try my best to keep my anger in check.
I asked god to give me a sign on if they were okay, and as if on cue they walked through the door. All were laughing like something was funny and I stomp towards them.
"Hey sleeping beauty." April says touching my hair and I swat her hand away.
"Where the hell have y'all been and does nobody know how to pick up a phone."
I snap at them and Gwen backs up a bit while Teo threw his hands up.
"Aye I was driving you know I don't touch my phone when I'm driving." He got a pass because he has told me about getting in a car accident before.
My eyes dart to Gwen and she shakes her head.
"My phone died while we were out I kept telling April we needed to get back."
My eyes roll to my dear sister who look like she could care less about how mad I was.
"I saw your calls, but we were on the way back so why answer."
I rub the bridge of my nose, I needed a drink.
"Mama wants us home, before eleven do let's go now so I can do my homework."
I say and she smacks her teeth.
"Sis it's the weekend do it tomorrow."
"See no, last time I did that I was swamped and I am not trying to have my grades even slip a tiny bit."
I had straight A's and I wasn't letting that go any time soon.
"You always being a buzz kill."
Now what Ayleo says but let's not talk about it.
"Don't care, upstairs get your stuff and then hurry back down or I'll simply drag you out. Your pick I don't care but you have give minutes." I say and turn around going up the stairs to the master bedroom to get my bag.
I watched Ayleo struggle to put a new sheet on the bed and I couldn't help but giggle a bit.
He looked at me smirking and licked his lips.
"What's so funny."
"Nothing just watching you struggle is a tab bit hilarious that's all."
I shouldn't be talking shit because my legs were numb. I limped to the desk where my bag was at, bending down to pick it up I felt a sharp pain on my ass.
I hiss and stand up straight.
Turning to him he looked down at me.
"I see you walking with a limp."
"What can I say your fingers and tongue did some work." I say shrugging as if he hasn't just gave the best head I ever had.
"You can't even handle simple fingers, I would hate to give you the real thing kitten."
He says and rubs my cheek.
"I can handle it, but give me some time."
He smiles.
