UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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The ride home was awkward; Aaronzé drove his car, which left me completely alone to sit in silence in the backseat of my grandfather's car.
My mom was the only one I'd talked to since that explosive reaction I had in front of all of them.
Terrence was quiet, unusually quiet.
Grams continued to eye me from the mirror as she drove, but no words were said. My mom had just gone into work, so she wasn't there to mediate.
"Soooo," Pops starts, "Bet that trip to Hawaii is gonna be a blast."
"Yeah, hopefully I can get Terrence a surfing appointment while we're there," Grams chimed, not looking away from the road.
If I could jump out of this window I would.
"I don't wanna go surfing," Trey huffed, "I don't wanna go at all."
"Why not?" I raised a brow.
He turned to look at me in his seat, "No sharks, no parks, and Mama wants me to walk through the Museum with her, I don't wanna do school talk on vacation."
"Oh Terrence hush," Grams chuckles, "You're getting a whole five days off of school for this trip, the least you can do is learn a few things."
