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A month later
'Which way should I put my hair?' I ask Reggie turning to face him
'Day does it matter? We gon be late' he says, I roll my eyes at him
'Ugh you no help' I let go of it letting the curls fall freely
'You look fine ok, it's time to go' he says wrapping his arms around
'Alright lets go' I grab my purse and leave out after him. He opens my door and I get in
'Now you won the bet so you get to choose the music. Don't put on nun of that Hannah Montana ass shit you like' he says getting in
'Boy' I mug him connecting my phone to his Bluetooth
'Im foreal DaySean nun of that shit you & Amour be listening to' he gives me a stern look
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Looking dead in his eyes I press Party in the USA. He mugs me and I laugh
'Now don't act like you don't wanna sing it' I say moving to the beat, he tries to keep his composure but fails
'So I put my hands up they playing my song and the butterflies fly away...' We sing along for the rest of the ride until we pull up to his mothers house
Honestly I'm a little scared to meet his mama. A damaged ass ghetto chick like me don't normally get brought home to mom. But Reggie swears I'm not like other girls and she'll like me.
'Ard before we go in there I meant to tell you Nicole's gonna be here with Pharoah' he says facing me, I nod
'Thats cool, she knows about us right?'
'Yeah it ain't nun of her business but she know I got a girl' he says I smirk
