Cassie + 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.
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I seen this pic and was like wheeeet?!💀💀^^ cause nigga Ik youn got that much bread to be smokin hunnits. Like bye😭 And just letting you know, I recycle names so if a name sound familiar and it sounds like I used it for a diff person, just know they not the same person. (UNLESS I MAKE IT CLEAR THAT THEIR SAME PERSON) *** Saint Smith
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Me and Cass stood by the door confused as hell. I ain't really know if she was confused but I could feel the confusion in the air. Knew it couldn't just be me.
"Hi mama." I said, greeting her and letting go of Cass.
Her and nis nigga just stood there all boo'd up n shit with both they suitcases.
"Hi baby. Oh my God I missed you and Cass so much." She pouted, opening her arms to hug the both of us.
I took her bags rolling them in, while she still held on to Cass.
"Thanks bro." I said to the dude standing next to her. "She got it from here dawg."
"Saint..." Cass said speaking through her teeth.
"What? I'm just telling ole dude, mama don't need no help with her bags anymore so he could leave." I shrugged.
"Saint. Um he's not here to help me with my bags him. This is Marcus." My mom laughed.
"Hi Saint." He smiled, putting his hand up.
"Hi there bud!" I said sarcastically putting my hand up like he did following that with a goofy laugh. Nigga was mad animated.
"Saint...this is your mamas new boyfriend." Cass spoke, putting her hand on my shoulder.
I looked back at Cass with that same confused look on my face.
"Yes Saint." My mama nodded.
"Aight where my nigga Ashton Kutcher at?" I laughed, looking around and out the door.
"Oh my gosh..." Cass whispered, pulling me away from the door. "She's being serious."
"And how do you know?" I asked, poking my lips out.
"I talk to your mama all the time Saint. She been told me." Cass explained. "You should call her more often."
"Ma." I asked, tilting my head to the side.
She shrugged her shoulders.
The nigga mArCuS held his hand out trying to shake mine. I took his, grasping it mad tight and made sure it hurt.
