ThanksGiving Break!!

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I decided to go to Peyton's room the day before Thanks Giving brake.

Knock

Knock

He opened the door and I could just woke up. O well.

"What's up Blue?"

"Where's your wife?"

"What? I'm single."

I knew Gucci was lien. I sigh.

"Im sorry. I let Gucci get into my head. Ser you after the break."

"Where are you goin?"

"The moms"

"Ok. Bye."

I walk to the elevator and get to my room. I'm so mad at Gucci. I'm even more mad that I invited him to Thanksgiving last week when we was talking.

"Are you done packing?"

Gucci is standimg by the door rim.

"Why'd you lie. Why'd you have to say he was married. Just because you lied and cheated doesn't mean that you have to make it seem like he be lien too."

I turn from my suitcase and looked at him.

"I'm sorry. Just take me back."

"Hell no"

"Only for Thanksgiving then. To fool the family. Please."

"You lucky I already told everyone. " I smirk.

"So you was really into me? You went to tell everyone, huh?"

"Yah, so?"

"Nothing. " He left the room laughing. This boy is crazy.

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"Hey mamma.  Were here!"

I yell as we drag the suitcases into the livingroom.

"Hey bab- Ooo is this the Senor that you was babbling on and on about?"

"O, so you babble?"

"Lightly."

"Ahhh, Hermana!!!!" My sister Zaria said. She's 13 and she's pretty hot.

"Hey, sissy. This is..."

I hesitated.

"Her boyfriend. " Gucci said without taking his eye's off me, giving me that 'Why'd you take so long' look.

I knew this would be a conversation later.

"I'll show your to your guestroom. It has a bathroom and his and her sinks. Walk in closet. It's all ready." My Papi said.

"Ok"

--

My Dad left and we sat in the King sized bed.

"So.."

"So" I say.

"What was that earlier??"

"I don't know what you mean" I say getting ready to get in the shower. He grabbed my forearm and pull me in closer.

"Mami, don't play dumb."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Blue. Really. "

"Ok"

I try to get out of his grip. Yet he pulled me back. He start kissing on my neck and pull me in a corner. Dang, he always get me. He start to come closer to my lips.

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