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Boyxboy One Shots and Short Stories.
SHORT STORIES: This is going to be my dumping ground for all the random stories that pop into my head. You know, the ones that are cool but not necessarily long enough for a full book.
ONE SHOTS: So...
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Author's Note
This was supposed to be the first chapter of StarCrossed, but I never posted it because I wanted to get right into the mess lol. I'mma just leave it here for y'all. ____________________________
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"Sam is so fucking fine though! All that chocolate...whew chilee!" Ayanna coo'd as we got ready to head out.
We were meeting up some old friends in what you could call an unofficial HS reunion. One of them so happens to be Sam, a boy I used to date a while back, before he moved away.
"He is, ain't he?" I answered and we both laughed.
Rummaging through my drawers I found the perfect band T-shirt to go with my curve hugging jeans, I was feeling a little feisty today and I wanted all the attention. It was a one-direction V-neck T-shirt with the V plunging a little too low, exposing my hairless smooth skin.
As much as I'd like to tell myself and everyone who cared to listen that I was dressing up for Sam, I was really just adding a little razzle dazzle because we were meeting at Blaze, which meant Quincy James.
Quincy was the first boy I ever had sex with back in high school. Well the only boy I ever had sex with, even though I've done stuff with other boys, I never let them get the cakes.
Anyway, I hadn't seen him since graduation which was last year, after he fucked me under the bleachers and then went home with Yolanda Michaels. That had really stung. I never took his calls or spoke to him after that, not that he even insisted.
Long story short, Quincy is a prick with a disgusting attitude, but somehow he never left my thoughts, even though we've basically never gotten along all our lives. He was in my veins and I couldn't shake him no matter how hard I tried, or how horribly he treated me. But not anymore, I'm just going to have some fun with my friends tonight and dance through the night.
We finished getting ready and walked out, my mom and Sabrina were in the kitchen cooking something that was probably gonna kill us all. My mom couldn't cook a decent meal even if the recipe was drawn with a crayon by a four year old. God help us.
"Hi sweetheart, you look lovely." My mom said with a bright smile on her face. "Do you wanna have some food before heading out?" She asked.
If I tell you my heartbeat rose in terror, it fucking did. "No mommy, we're already running late, but thank you. I'm sure dinner taste lovely." I lied though my teeth.
"Alright honey, be careful out there." She turned to Sabrina who had headphones on. "You sure you don't want to go with your brother honey?"
