THUGGIN 4 LUV LIFE

THUGGIN 4 LUV LIFE

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Riley PoV Riley was awaken from his deep sleep by the sound of his phone vibrating loudly against the hard wood of his nightstand. "Who da hell callin me this early?" Riley reached for his phone grabbing it, he looked and grimaced at the name on the screen "Hatin ass Nigga". Riley pressed the small green symbol and held it up to his ear "Whatchu you want nigga?" After a few seconds Huey's voice came from the other end "It's not my fault you never get your lazy ass out of bed like normal people." "Shuddup punk!" "you better have a DAMN good reason for wakin me up dis early." Huey let out a sigh already being irritated by his brothers attitude. "Jasmine and I are going to the mall this afternoon an your going with us". There was a dead silence for a few seconds before Riley's booming voice caused Huey to remove the phone from his own ear. "Nigga fuck you! Im not going to some stupid ass mall just to hang out whichu and your hoe!" "One, dont call her a hoe, two, your going with us if I have to come back to Grandads and drag you out." Before Riley could muster a comeback he heard Hueys phone smack shut as the call ended. Riley pitched his phone onto the night stand and groaned as he stood up out of bed. He began to stretch out his arms as he made his way to the bathroom. "That nigga lost his damn mind, wakin me up and tellin me some bullshit bout going to the mall." After shaving and tossing on a wife-beater and a pair of day-old jeans Riley came back into his room sitting down at the computer desk and firing up his recently purchased desktop. Riley now had the freeman brothers old room to himself, Huey recently moving out of Grandads house and taking up residence in an apartment with Ceaser. He scrolled through some emails before checking his Facebook, to his disappointment he found nothing new.
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"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

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