denise jones
"kentrell what do u mean?" i pouted.
"we can't be together nomo D"
i nodded my head slowly understanding.
i was 7 years younger then him.
ofc he wouldn't want me.
"i'm sorry" he mumbled grabbing my chin kissing my lips one last time.
i nodded my head as he walked out.
i busted out crying after that.
i loved him.
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"what's wrong?" my mom asked.
"n-nothing" i said wiping my tears.
"tell me." she demanded.
"he broke with me" i cried and cried.
"who?"
"kentrell" i sniffled.
"20 YEAR OLD KENTRELL ?!" she yelled.
uh oh.
