Until We Meet..

Until We Meet..

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Chapter 1: "Stop talking to you damn self!" Chantel said to her little sister Lasiandra." Actually you know who I’m talking to so chill little daddy" , Lasiandra responded. "You a big ass 16 year old but aye if that’s Sunny tell that nigga what’s up and when he coming down to see me"Chantel said while giggling. She was Lasiandra’s big sister. Their 3 years apart but acts the same age. Chantel’s in college while Lasiandra’s in high school (sophomore). "You play all day but he will be seeing 'me' someday" Lasiandra said emphasizing the word me. " Girl please, when he see me he might-" *doorbell rings* " Now who is that at my damn door? " Chantel said after getting interrupted by the doorbell. *doorbell rings again* "The fuck? I'm coming! " Chantel said rising from her seat to answer the door. She stood their and starred. "Hi?" the person at the door said. "You out of all people really?"Chantel asked. " Who is that?" Lasiandra yelled out. "Yo ace boon coon that’s who" Chantel said walking away from the door. "Hazel?" Lasiandra questioned. "Yes?" She answered. "Bring your butt in here now" , Lasiandra commanded. "I told her she is no longer a dang guest, just because it’s a new house doesn’t mean there’s new rules" Chantel said. "I know but it just seems awkward now, I don’t know why though" Hazel explained. Hazel was Lasiandra’s best friend. They were the same age but Hazel is older. Hazel was light skinned, brown curly hair with blonde streets that goes to her back, and pretty brown eyes. "I feel you, it does feel really different I mean I know it doesn’t supposed to feel the same but it just feel… weird" Chantel explained. . "Right, but aye it’s Sunday and you’re laid up on this couch foreal huh?" , Hazel asked her friend." You already know, like always", Lasiandra said smiling. "Look at her now, smiling at that phone of hers" Chantel said. "Shaking my head, Sunny boy?" Hazel asked.
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An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and nothing will ever be the same. When Enid Jones-straight-A student and the perfect Islamic daughter-earns a scholarship to the prestigious Montrose Academy, she believes her life is finally falling into place. Her plan is simple: keep her head down, ace her classes, secure a scholarship to Yale, work a side job, and one day gain full custody of her younger sister from their abusive father. But trouble has other plans for Enid... and its name is Olivia Grayson. Carefree, rebellious, and notorious for breaking hearts, Olivia is Montrose Academy's golden girl. With her comes the infamous Golden Four, and a whirlwind of chaos Enid wants no part of. At least, that's what she tells herself. Because Olivia isn't just interested in Enid-she's made it her mission to strip away the saintly image everyone sees and uncover the fire hidden beneath. But what if it's Olivia's carefully crafted "bad girl" façade that begins to crumble first... all because of a certain brunette who was never supposed to matter? ๑ "After what you and your stupid friends did to me, isn't it enough? Do you really have to rub it in my face?" I snapped, my voice shaking with fury. Olivia just smirked, stepping closer until her warm minty breath fanned against my lips. My pulse went wild, betraying me. "I'm only just getting started, angel," she whispered in that husky voice of hers. "And I'll stop... the moment I hear you moan my name." ๑ An angel and a rebel. A scholarship girl and a playgirl. Can love survive when it's least expected-or will it destroy them both?

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