Chapter 25~New Boo?

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Solé's POV~
I giggled a little and answered the phone.

Solé:"heyy yall"

Tamia:"girl don't hey us! Where you at?"

Nikki:"frl like we been blowing up that phone all morning"

Solé:"I'm fine I'm still at Curtis house, he sleep rn tho"

Nikki:"biiiiiitch y'all fucked huh?" She said with a smile

Solé:".....yeah"

Tamia:"period I knew it was gon happen..how was it?"

Solé:"it was good..he rough as fuck tho but I took that dick like champ" I laugh

Nikki:"his house look nice in the back" she look at the back close to the camera

Tamia:"damn bitch back up!" She laughs

I laugh :"yeah it's nice as hell in here, look" I say putting his face in the camera

Tamia:"oh his knocked! You put it on him like that?!"

Solé:"yesss, his eyebrows are so full y'all omg" I say messing with them

Nikki:"ohhh that's yo man😛"

Solé:"it might be..ion know but what time is it? Damn it's 6:45"

Tamia:"yeah girl it's a new day, we left the club at like 3 sum"

Solé:"mm well I'm finna get some sleep, I'll talk to y'all in a little bit, I LOVE YALL"

Tamia/Nikki:"I LOVE YOU MORE BYEE"

I smile and hung up and put my phone down on the table in kiss his cheek a few times and he wakes up.

"Oops my bad, I didn't mean to wake you up"

"You good...you got some sleep?"

"No but I am now..I just got off the phone with my best friends"

"mmm what yall talked about?" He said has he pulled me close

"Nothing much..they was just checking on me.."

"You told them that we fucked?"

"Yeah..they was happy"

He chuckles "you leaving me when you wake up?"

"Do you want me to?" I say messing with his eyebrows

"No"

"Ok I'll stay but I gotta get back home to mom after tho"

"Bet"

We go to sleep together on the couch. Hours go by and it was get dark out, but I still stayed with him and played the game. I beat his ass every time. He also washed my clothes that was wearing last night. I also texted Rocco to come pick me up from his house.

"I had funnn" I say hugging him

"I had fun to mama..we gotta link up again" he looked down at me

"Yeah we can foshow...let me get yo number" I say pulling my phone out

We exchange numbers and Rocco texted me say he outside, I grabbed my stuff and we walk to the door and he opens it.

"You want cho hoodie back?" I looked at him

"Nah keep it"

"What about yo boxers?"

"Ma keep em' I can get some more.." he looking at the car then at me

"Ok well I'll text you when I get home ok?" I say walking away

He didn't answer but grabbed my wrist and pulled me back and grabbed my neck and kissed me, had to get on my tippy toes to get to him.

He pulls back "talk to you later sexy"

I smile "Mmk bye"

I walk away and I hear him close the door and I see Samir and the front sit looking at me then at his phone. I get in back in put my sit belt on, and Rocco looks at me.

"What?" I stank face him

He laughs "man fix yo face, where I'm taken you?"

"To momma house, I know she worried like hell right now" I say looking out the window

He nods his head and drives off. The ride was quiet, well Rocco had his music all the way up but Samir ain't talk to me and I ain't talk to him. Minutes later we get there and I say thank you and get out. I walk up to the door and knock in Niko opened the door and my mom came running in hugged me.

"Girl! Where hell have you been?!" She looked at me then we walked in

"I was at a friend's house, I'm sorry I didn't let you know I was drunk as hell last night.."

"Mhm you lucky I won't ground you, but I'm glad your ok" she hugged me again in I hug her back

"You betta then me, I would have took that phone, everything" Niko said shaking his head

"Niko stop being a hater!" I laughed and walked upstairs

I get in my room and lay on my bed and texted Curtis that I was home and then I got text from Samir.

Dickhead🤢

Ma?

That's not my name..why you texting me?

Cuz I wanna talk to you.

We don't have nothing to talk about Samir.

We do, I'm coming over.

Samir oms do not come my house.

Samir?

Answer!

I stop texting him and sigh. This nigga is hardheaded as fuck.

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