William Jamal Pierce is a 17 year old basketball player that attends Liberty High School. Tall, sexy, talented, and beloved by his friends and peers, he seems to have it all. However, looking from the outside in, everything seems to be going fine fo...
I woke up and checked the time, 12 pm. Damn, I never sleep this late. I must've really been tired. I noticed the bed was still empty. I sighed to myself. Maybe, he's downstairs.
I got up and did my hygiene routine. After about 45 minutes, I was finally dressed.
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I went downstairs to see if Will was here and sure enough, he wasn't. I pulled out my phone and texted him once again.
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I put my phone away once I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Brayden and some random chick.
"Ight, baby I'll text you later." He said as he walked her out.
After closing the door, he sat in the living room. I walked over to him.
"Man, that was a good fuck."
"No one cares." I said with an eye roll.
"I do, she got good head game."
"I don't need to know all that." I scrunched up my face.
"I'm just saying." He shrugged.
"Whatever, have you heard from Will?"
He shook his head.
"He's not here?"
"No, I've been calling and texting him, but he won't answer."
"I'm starting to worry." I added.
"I'm sure he's straight, stop worrying." He waved me off.
Before I could respond, more footsteps came downstairs. It was Tasha and Katie.
"Where y'all going?" I asked.
"Shopping, wanna go?" Katie asked.
"Yeah, I need to do something to get my mind off of Will." I stated.
