Chapter Seven.

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sorry for spelling errors!
couple days later

omar pov.

"is melo gonna get out or what?" sharife asked me.

"ion know, but if not we gon break him out." i said eating some chips.

"open that cell and let that boy outta jail!" caleb yelled.

"anyways y'all tryna go fuck up some shit?" i asked.

"omar you tryna hit my nigga? stop doing me like that." caleb said walking up to me.

"niggas ain't on shit." i got up and pushed past him.

i kept thinking about riley maybe i should just ask if i can slide over.

i grabbed my phone out and facetimed her.

she answered with her face all in the camera.

"hi"

'bye.' she hung up and my mouth dropped.

"females be so disrespectful these days." i shook my head walking outside to my car.

i'll just invite my own self then.

i stopped by the store to get her some snacks knowing her fat ass eat a lot.

i pulled up to her crib and grabbed the bag of snacks and went to go knock on the door.

the door opened and riley rolled her eyes scooting back so i can come in.

"why you act like that?" i raised an eyebrow walking in.

'act like what?'

"the way that chu act it's- nvm here i got you some snacks." i shoved the bag to her chest.

'thanks daddy.' she stick her tongue out making me choke on my spit.

'damn you okay nigga!' she patted my back until i finally stopped.

"riley i'm not playing with you, i'll fuck yo lil ass up." i laughed.

'mhmm, but just come up in my room my ma not here.' she grabbed my hand dragging me upstairs.

"when can i meet your mom?" i asked as we walked in her room.

'oh i forgot to tell you, she wants to actually invite you for dinner this week.' she said flopping on her bed.

"word?" i smiled.

'word omar.'

"i'll come tomorrow." i laid on top of her making her groan.

'm-move your heavy!' she tried to push me off.

"i'm not heavy." i smacked my lips rolling off to the side.

'yes you are..' she got on top of me and i grabbed onto her waist gripping it.

'stop you gonna make me wet.' she said boldly and i looked at her.

"ain't that the plain though?" i pulled her down to my face and gave her a quick peck.

'not at my house omar.' she quickly licked her lips.

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