typical highschool love story

"𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.. 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀" © -𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 ✍︎︎

𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 "𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮." 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐈, 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

❝ SHE WANT A RICCH NIGGA, SO SHE CHOSE US. ❞

"baby i'm talking crazy i, need you right in my space." my works #3. #4 in urban story, 03/13/'20.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄, 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.." - 𝘾𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙖

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

-Highest Rankings- #1 Teen 12-11-18 #10 Urban 12-28-18 ** "You really thought I wasn't gonna find out. Tuh, well let me ask you this. How does it feel to be 'played by a girl.' " Samia Taylor an eighteen-year-old who's far from your normal teenager. Born and raised in Atlanta Georgia plenty of things occurred in her life, which still affects her. Following the footsteps of her now-deceased brother, Christian, at the young age of fourteen she was already smoking weed, gang banging and selling drugs. Along with those things she was a heartbreaker. Any boy who tried to play her she quickly flipped the script using her wits. After an altercation with a long-term enemy, she now has to move to Columbus, Georgia, where her father resides. Not entirely a stranger to this city since she always visited her father in the summer, but she has no clue on how the schools operate or the other people who live there. She has to spend the rest of her senior year at Carver High School alongside her cousin, Denise. JaCorey Morris is an eighteen-year-old who was born and raised in Columbus Georgia. Mostly known for being the biggest player at Carver High School. No girl was oblivious to his hoe-ish ways but that didn't stop them from coming back for more. The very first week of Samia being at Carver Jacorey decided to participate in a bet... This decision will forever change both of them... Continue to read to see how this story unfolds.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

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