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Sometimes We All Regret Being Nice, Apologizing When We Didn't Do Anything Wrong, And For Making Unworthy People A Priority In Our Life's.

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"To the people that think I owe you shit, Payback's a bitch and you know that shit! Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this, please don't think nobody notices. I've been up for way too many days, y'all sleep enough for me anyway." Nova raps sliding her legs into a pair of all black leggings.

R.I.C.O by Meek Mill and Drake was playing through her speaker as she began to get ready for another day of school. It was Monday, a dreaded day.

She was feeling kinda uneasy about going back to school, no exactly recovered from the eventful weekend. She only hoped no one would bring up or ask her about what happened Friday night. Not only her, but Aaliyah as well. She knew that too much stress could put a pregnant women's baby in harm.

And Nova did not want that.

The loud music was calming her nerves, even though it wasn't necessarily the type of music people listened to to calm their nerves. Nova walked back into her closet grabbing a yellow 90's vintage Gucci hoodie, she slid it over her bra before going to her sock drawer and trying to decide on a pair of socks.

She picked out a footie styled pair of socks that were yellow and had purple eggplant emoji's all over them. She slid them on her feet before walking to her shoe section and grabbing an all black pair of crocs. For once she switched up her shoes to something a little more comfortable. Crocs were everything.

Her straighten hair was thrown into a bun and the edges were laid before she put on a layer of Carmex and gathered her things for school. She walked down the wooden stairs, her aunts voice being more loud and noticeable the farther down she went.

"The fact that she did it without permission is what I'm mad about. She's only eighteen!" Tory spoke pouring French Vanilla coffee creamer into her steaming cup of coffee.

Nova rolled her eyes at the voice, figuring she was probably talking about India or something. She pretended to be into her phone as she walked past the kitchen, almost making it to the front door.

"Nova, get back here."

Nova scrunched her face at the sound of her uncle telling her to come back. What could these niggas possibly want? It's 6:30 in the morning.

A groan escaped Nova's mouth as she slowly walked backwards, reappearing in front of the kitchen that contained both her aunt and uncle. No India and Quincy were seen, so Nova guessed they had already left.

Why weren't these niggas at work?

"Yes?" Nova ask locking her phone and sliding it into pouch of her hoodie. Tory slowly made the rest of her coffee as her uncle just sat there waiting for his wife to begin her lecture.

"You got this in the mail." Tory says tossing a white envelope in Nova's direction. Nova caught the envelope in her hand, beginning to look over it. A wide smile took place on her face, her eyes going to the address of UCSF, University of California, San Francisco. Her second choice of the three schools she chose.