*SEQULE TO SOLD TO A GANGLEADER*
My name is Callie Rose Bell. I am sixteen years old and I was adopted by Nichole and maverick Miller.
I was put up for adoption at the young age of three. My mom couldn't handle me as a toddler while on drugs so ado...
I take a shower doing my hair. I put half of it back leaving a few face framing pieces out. I look through my clothes finally deciding on.
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Light colored blue jeans with a white tank top and a beige color cardigan. I put on some light lipgloss going downstairs.
I step of the last step going to open the door. "Stop right there," maverick says behind me. I turn around to see him and Ryder.
"Where are you going," Ryder asks. "Out," I say. "With," Maverick says. "Myself," I say. "And," he says. "And," I say.
"What are we doing," Ray asks. Dang I didn't even know he was here. "Questioning Callie about her date that Nichole told me about," he says.
"Is there something wrong with her dating," Ray asks confused. "No," he says. "Then why are you questioning her," he asks.
"Very good question," I say opening the door and walking out. I look forward seeing Elijah walking towards me.
He hands me some pink roses. There so pretty. I turnaround opening the door to see maverick and Ryder looking out the windows nosey people. I go into the kitchen putting the flowers in water. I take them upstairs setting them on my desk.
I go back downstairs to see Elijah waiting on me. We get in his car driving to the restaurant. We go inside waiting to be sat. I feel like everyone is watching us.
Proably looking at Elijah and his many tattoos. "Callie is that you," the person who takes you where to sit asks.
"Ronny," I ask. "Yeah I haven't seen you in years," he says. "I know how've you been," I ask. "Pretty good how about you," he asks. "Good you finally out of the system," I ask.
"Yeah got out the day I turned eighteen," he says "right I will show you where to sit." I look at Elijah seeing he looks annoyed.
We sit down at the table. Ronny walks away after leaving us some menus. "Who's that," Elijah asks. "Ronny," I ask. "Yeah," he says.
"Oh we were in a Uh home together," I say. "How many homes where you in," he asks. "I don't know I didn't count," I say.
"How are your tattoos healing," he asks. "There good," I say "I like your tattoos." "Thank you," he says.
I nod looking at the menu. "You ready to go," Elijah asks standing up. I nod getting up. He takes me home. I get out and so does he walking me to the front door.
"Well tonight was fun," I say facing him. "Yeah we should do it again some time," he says. "Yeah we should," I say looking down.
"Well can I at least have your number," he asks. I nod. He hands me his phone. I put my number in giving it back.
"I'll see you later," he says. I nod reaching for the door. I stop looking back at Elijah. I stand on my tippy toes pecking his lips.
