Cassie Davis
3:15pm
I hopped out of the shower. I was excited to be going out with Mickel this evening.But I didn't know whether to grill him first for that FaceTime call last night or just greet him like it never happened.
Lisa told me the next time I see him, I should give him a slight attitude. I was scared of giving him one because I didn't like arguing with him.
When he gets mad, he gets MAD.
I moisturized my body, including my face putting a light cream on it.
I put on my light lavender bra and panties, then my silk robe. I couldn't find an outfit to wear.
"CHRIS!" I yelled, frustratingly.
I heard footsteps from down the hall come marching up to my room.
She opened my door, giving me an upset look.
"You better have a good reason for calling me like that." She sighed, leaning against my door frame.
"Well...I have nothing to wear and i'm going out with Mickel later on. So I was hoping..." I said.
"You still with that rude ass nigga?" She asked.
"Uh...yeah. We been together for like four years now." I said in a duh-tone.
"Listen you could go in my closet and look for something but none of my designer shit." She huffed.
I got up excitedly, running down the hall to my sisters closet. It was a blessing that we wore the same size.
I immediately saw a cute tank top that I could wear with my blue denim jacket. It was white and on the straps it had little light pink jewels.
"I actually hate that shirt. You could keep it." My sister said from behind me.
"Yes! Thank you." I smiled.
"No problem." She shrugged, getting back in her bed.
I walked back to my room, laying the shirt on my bed. I picked out my blue denim jacket and skirt and laid that on my bed too.
I pulled out my hair dryer and flat iron, setting them on my bathroom counter. I removed the hair towel from my head, letting my messy curls fall down sloppily.
I took my parting comb, parting my hair into sections. Then I started to blow dry.
After half an hour of blow drying my hair, I started to section my hair into smaller pieces to straighten it. About an hour later I finished and started to put my clothes on/
My outfit was cute as hell. I did a 360° spin in my mirror, opening up my shoe closet to put on my favorite heels.
I swear if Mickel didn't hype me up about my outfit, I was gonna be pissed. I looked good.
I looked through my purses and clutches, finding the right one.
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Love and Basketball ||Urban(DAVE EAST)
General FictionCassie + Saint = Basketball 🏀? (Yeah...I'm not good at descriptions so just read and find out...😉) also I'm splitting this book into two parts. Y'all gon see why. It's a looooooong book. (COMPLETED)