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Giselle M . "How was the party?"
I looked up at my mom, eating my last piece of bacon. Shrugging, I sighed.
"I think I missed out on my lover, but besides that..." I thought for a second, "It was good." I replied, not bringing up the situation with Princeton.
She nodded. "I'm glad you had fun, and lover you say?"
I began blushing, looking down at my lap as I thought about Junior.
I don't know why he didn't ask for my number, or why I didn't ask for his.
"Yes mama. I danced with this handsome young man last night. I got his name, but I didn't get his number sadly. He said he just wanted a dance. Nothing more, nothing less."
She poked her lip out. "He was one of them one in a lifetime dudes. Should've gotten his number if you thinking about him like that."
I threw my head back. "I know! -and he was just so fine, respectful.. kind." I reminisced.
"Who me?"
I turned around, watching Princeton strut into the kitchen.
I scrunched up my face in disgust, flicking him off without my mother noticing.
He went over towards my mom, hugging her. "Good morning mama Alessia. Good morning big head lil girl."
All I could do was stare at him.
He rose his eyebrows. "That's rude. You not gonna speak?" He asked, chuckling slightly. He shrugged. "At least I did my part."
I threw my styrofoam plate in the trash and headed up to my room. I most definitely didn't feel like talking to Princeton's disrespectful ass.
Retrieving my phone from off of my marble dresser, I checked my social media accounts as always and if I had any missed calls, or texts.
"The boring life." I sighed.
Dropping my phone onto my bed, I opened my laptop to make sure I didn't have any emails from Juilliard.
It was quite surprising and abnormal how free I was from dance assignments at the moment, but I wasn't complaining at all.
Hearing a knock at my door, I closed my laptop and got up to see who it was.
"What do you want?" I asked, putting my hand on top of my hip.
He smirked, willingly making his way into my room. Falling on my bed, he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.
