"I can't do this anymore, I feel bad." I say trying to push him off of me.
"Just Leave her, you've been wanting to do it." He says before nibbling on my ear.
"I just played her though." I said.
"Shh." He pressed his lips on mine.
He lifted my shirt...
A/N: Ya boy is out of school and hopefully will have more free time
"How the fuck you not know who's coming in and out your house?" I asked.
I sprinted into the bathroom to finish changing. Orlando put on his clothes quickly. I came back and sat on the edge of the bed pretending to look at my phone as the footsteps inched closer to the door. It was his step-brother coming home from work.
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I remember seeing his bitch ass at school before dropping out last year. His brother was one of those dusty ass wannabe hood niggas that think the feds watching his ass sell dime bags.
He peeked his head through the door and nodded at me
I nodded back.
"Aye Orlando I'm finna go up North, you seen my tool?" He asked
"Nah I ain't seen it." Orlando said.
"Quit lying help me find it." His brother said.
"I'll be right back." He told me.
"Take your time let me know when you're ready." I mumbled sarcastically.
"Huh?" He asked turning around.
"Nothing." I said
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I'm sure y'all thinking the following, 'what's wrong with Orlando's brother?' Let me tell you, this nigga here. We were in fucking gym class playing softball or kickball or whatever it was. I'll just call it softball for the following scenario.
So Everybody knows I hate team sports and ironically sports with balls excluding bowling, tennis, and soccer. I'm hiding in the back with all my other friends. This nigga has The audacity to point me out to the gym teacher and tell him that I didn't participate. So for the rest of the year the teacher made me come up to the front of the line each time to kick the ball when playing softball knowing damn well I what I was doing. Just thinking about it made me heated, but that's the tea.
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Orlando came back shortly after his brother left out.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked.
I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean?"
"You look mad." He said.
"I'm probably just hungry." I lied.
"Awe you missed me cause I left." He assumed.
"Boy if you don't get yo motherfucking-" I cut myself off by laughing. "You was gone five minutes."
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"Yeah ight." He said sounding type hurt.
"Aw you wanted me to miss you."
I got up and gave Orlando a hug.
"Nah miss me with that."
"Don't be like that." I said.
He hugged me back his warmth was so comforting.
"What you want to eat?" He asked.
"Oh I can have whatever I want?" I said in my best Nicki voice.
"Don't do that shit again." He said laughing.
The key to my heart and hole is food.
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"Um, I don't even fucking know, just get whatever." I said.
"Ight bet." He said letting me go.
He ordered us something to eat and I ended up falling asleep in his bed.
