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Nothings Into Somethings

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Reads 254
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Parts 10
Time 32m

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They've known of each other for a while-mutual friends, parties, passing comments-but never spoken much. Azaire never acknowledges people. But something about Ca'Mari is different-he notices things. He doesn't flinch when Azaire stares. He doesn't over-talk or try to impress him. That gets Azaire's attention. Ca'Mari starts catching little moments: Azaire lingering around him longer than necessary. Offering a ride when he wouldn't for anyone else. Looking at him when he thinks no one's watching. At first, they don't speak much. Their connection is silent-smoke sessions, quiet walks, late-night hangouts where Azaire lets his guard down just an inch. How can they make these nothings into something?All Rights Reserved

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My Bad Boy And The Gang.

I look at California. She sits on my lap in the circle of us pot heads. She's not what I expected. She smokes she's the most sarcastic person I've ever met. She's smart but hates school. She's a girly girl who hates dresses. She defies logic in so many different ways I expect her to sprout a horse tail and start flying. Heck when we first talked Tuesday she called me handsome and looked confused herself. She acts like she has no secrets, and maybe she doesn't, but there's something different about her. She holds confidence yet she's shy. She smokes even though she's supposed to be the typical good girl. I'm determined to find out what she's hidding if it's the last thing I do. "Baby it's almost one am." I say glancing at my phone. "We should head out, your dad already dislikes me." She turns back to me and nods. She lightly stands up and walks to the door but waits for me to walk with her. "Trevor!" She yells in her friends ear making him jump away from her other friend Greg. "You get a ride with Mar okay?" He needs and foes back to his public make out session with the other boy leaving Cali with a look of approval and bewilderment. She clips her hair over her shoulder exposing the skin of her upper back due to the low dip on the back of her dress. In the split second I see the skin I think I see a black crow with a green eye, but that's crazy. Only crow members can get crow tattoos and only descendants of the original crow can have the green eye. By tattoo that's on my lower back has a red eye. The red eye means non blood related member. But I have a smaller one with a blue eye beside it. The blue eye means leader. When California's biggest secret is discovered by her new boyfriend will she be able to keep her past and family secret the secret she wants it to be? Will the secret tear the couple apart or push them closer together?