I was irritated beyond belief as I impatiently waited for Keira to walk out of the building. Savannah had left early because her little sister was sick or something like that. I guess Keira took that as her chance to finally talk to me because Vannah had my ass on lock for the past 3 weeks. I had been spending the night with her every single night just so she wouldn't assume I was doing something. I know it's wrong to be talking to Keira even after I said I wouldn't but, I had to hear what she had to say to me.
Finally, I heard her heels clicking against the hot pavement as she sauntered over to me. I looked up and couldn't help but to admire her. Back in 9th grade she wasn't even all that, just a little quick piece I was messing with. Now, her body has definitely matured. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and stuffed my hands in my pockets standing up straight as she got closer.
"Im glad you actually waited." She said, a smile spreading across her face.
"Almost left cause you was taking too damn long." I sighed. "Now what you wanna talk about?"
"Not here." She shook her head. "Follow me to my house."
"Keira I ain't fucking around with you." I shook my head. "You ain't about to get my
caught up in some shit by going to your house."
"Zoey it's nothing like that." She rolled her eyes. "We're just gonna talk, promise."
"Whatever man." I huffed, throwing my hands up.
She walked off to her all white Jeep Wrangler and I got into my truck. I followed her to her house, which was a small little family house. My eye brows furrowed as I parked on the street. Keira had never lived "small" like this. Her parents were like drug lords, practically bathing in my money. I stepped out of my truck and walked behind her as she unlocked the door and went inside. I followed her down the hall to her bedroom where the walls were red and black. Just like the Keira I know. She hadn't changed personality wise.
I positioned myself in a black chair in the corner of her room while she sat on the bed. I rubbed my hands against my pants, waiting for her to start the conversation.
"I bet your little girlfriend doesn't know you're over here." She said with a small
"Don't start Keira." I sighed. "She doesn't know and she isn't gonna find out."
"Okay, okay." She held her hands up. "Anyways, how you been?"
"Alright." I shrugged. "What about you?"
"Great." She beamed. "Being back home feels amazing. I hated it in New York.."
"Why?" I asked. "I'd rather be there honestly. Ain't shit here for me really."
"Well trust me Zoey, nothing's there for you either." She kicked off her heels. "You thrive here, you have people here who love you."
"You ain't have people there who loved you or something?" I questioned, pulling out my phone.
"Definitely not." She sighed heavily. "My adoptive parents could give two shits about me."
"Wait huh?" My head shot up. "Keira I ain't know you were adopted."
"Well now you do." She faintly smiled. "My parents both died in a freak car accident when I was 3. Alana and Cody adopted me almost a month later. They only care about their jobs and money."
"Damn, that's fucked up ma'." I rubbed the back of my neck.
"That's why I was so defiant and wild during our Freshman year." She rubbed the side of her arm. "I just wanted some attention and that resulted in them taking me away from here."
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Savannah was just your average young 16 year old girl. She was the shy girl at every high school party, standing against the wall sipping punch. She was the girl that scanned the cafeteria fearfully during lunchtime. She was the girl no boys glanced...