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"Boy, you need to take your ass home." Zoreia laughed, pushing Corey away from her when he tried to stuff his face into her neck. "Your mother is probably worried." She said, hearing him smack his lips.
"No she's not." Corey denied, knowing that his mom has been blowing up his phone all weekend, worried sick about her son even though he'd told her he was hanging out with a friend.
Ever since that night together, Zoreia and Corey had been stuck together like glue, more like Corey was stuck to her like glue but same thing.
Corey was supposed to go home that Friday night but refused to leave even though Zoreia told him that if he stayed, he'd be hiding in her room from her mom since she still didn't know he was there.
Zoreia snuck food for him and washed his outfit for him saturday morning. She'd been hiding him in her room all weekend without her mom suspecting a thing.
