The next few days are like living the last two on repeat. I’m picked up by Spin, given my dose of caffeine, and dropped off at school where I’m guarded by Spin’s crew members. It’s finally Friday! But it’s homecoming today, so the pep squad and football team have to dress professionally. I chose my pale pink skirt suit that Maxine insisted on buying me when I became co-captain of the squad. I packed a change of clothes for tonight, sleepwear, and an extra change of clothes for Meme. I carry everything out the door with me as I glance through my foster mother’s good luck text. I didn’t tell her that I took myself off the homecoming queen ballot. It just all seems so superficial since Travis and I aren’t even dating anymore! When I get to the car, I tell Spin, “can I leave this in your trunk”? I lift the purse in my hand for him to know what I’m referring to. The trunk pops open and I toss the bag in before closing it and getting into the car. “What’s with the get-up?", he asks, ta
Days three and four go just the same as day two went. I pick her up, buy her Starbucks, take her to school, walk her to the door, and kiss her. Gabe takes her straight home after practice, with no detours! We text before bed, but are now having actual conversations… On Friday, I pull up a little early, and Meme is getting in her car all dressed up. Whatever, it’s Friday, right?! That’s until Loyalty exits the house, also dressed to the nines. Her pink hair is tied back in a bun, and she’s wearing a pale pink pencil skirt with a matching suit jacket and black heels. I really hope these two don’t plan on coming tonight dressed like this?! Her face is down, focused on her phone which is in her right hand, she has her book bag threaded through both arms and an oversized purse in her left hand. She opens the car door and says, “can I leave this in your trunk?”, and lifts the purse up. I pop the trunk open and she looks relieved to not have to carry it around all day. “What’s with the ge
I woke the next morning sore, the aftermath of his every bite was felt on my skin. Who knew orgasming so good could hurt so bad! Despite how warm I feel, Spin is not here. Instead, I’m face to face with a beaming Meme, who has a cheek-splitting grin on her face. I scoff at her and try to roll over when she climbs on top of me and says, “oh no you don’t”. She’s giggling like an idiot as I moan. “Get off”, I tell her. “It hurts”! Meme gasps dramatically, “you didn’t”! “No, I didn’t”, I told her. “But what happened was… I dunno! But it felt amazing while it was happening”. I blush at the memory. “Those marks all over you definitely say it was sinister”, she says as I look at her in confusion. I get up and head to the bathroom and gasp at my own reflection. The deep purple welts that adorn my body are so dark I can see them through the thin white tee! Meme is again laughing like a hyena at my state of shock. “Oh my God, how am I going to hide these?” I
Loyalty is clearly not a morning person, it’s after nine and she’s still out cold. I bump into Meme in the hallway and she swivels past me into my room. I continued downstairs to check with Dan about making Loyalty a jacket. He has set up a meeting with our seamstress for later today. This is going to clash with her schedule for the day, so I wake Gabe and his boys to get ready to go with her and Meme. They’re not thrilled with having to go to school on a Saturday, but that’s too fucking bad! As I reach my bedroom, I hear her and Meme talking, and I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but it’s not like Loyalty is very forthcoming with her feelings! “Oh no you don’t”, I heard Meme say as a scuffle between the two girls occurred. “Get off, it hurts”, I hear Loyalty whine. She’s so damn innocent that a single orgasm from being fingered has her energy depleted! “You didn’t”, Meme shrieks, and I find myself chuckling. Can you imagine? She’d be dead to the world still if
On Christmas Eve, I find myself standing in Spin’s kitchen with a few of the women, debating with Meme about my new nickname. This now familiar room seems to be the discussion room of us females, as we’re often corralled together here preparing food for the entire crew. It’s always a group effort though, and I admire everyone’s willingness to pitch in! “What's your beef with it?” Meme asked for like the fifth time this week. “I’m not wifey, I’m not even engaged”, I defend. “So if Spin asked you to marry him…”, Brenda starts. “Phishhh”, I cut her short. “I’m not expecting that anytime soon. But if the shoe fits! Honestly, there is no fighting the inevitable. Spin has made it very clear he ain’t ever letting me go willingly”. Brenda nods knowingly, every woman in this room knows the truth about how we started! “But if he did”, Brenda continued. “Yes, I’d say yes”, and I would, I know I’m in love with Spencer Mason Hart. “So you’re in love with S
It’s Christmas Eve, exactly a week until Loyalty turns eighteen. Thanks to Brenda’s big ass mouth, everyone now walks around calling Loyalty wifey. She takes it in stride, but every once in a while, I catch her rolling her eyes at the name. “What's your beef with it?” I hear Meme asking her. “I’m not wifey, I’m not even engaged”, she says. “So if Spin asked you to marry him…”, Brenda starts. “Phishhh”, scoffs Loyalty. “I’m not expecting that anytime soon. But if the shoe fits! Honestly, there is no fighting the inevitable. Spin has made it very clear he ain’t ever letting me go willingly”. My baby girl got that right! “But if he did”, Brenda continued. “Yes, I’d say yes”, she admits. “So you’re in love with Spin?”, asks Meme. “Nothing is forced anymore”? “I think so”, she says. “I wanna be here. I wanna be with him. It’s just weird because I don’t exactly know if what I feel is love. I have nothing to compare it to”! “That’s not true, I l
~LALA~ As expected, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Meme is jumping on me first thing in the morning! “Bitch, get up”, she whines. “Really, Meme”, I squeal as she straddles me. “Ugh”, she groans. “How does Spin put up with your ass”? “There is nothing wrong with being a night owl. Maybe I should look into running a business that primarily operates at night”, I told her. “Like what? A strip club?”, she says. “Why is your head always in the gutter?” I asked her, causing her to laugh! “Come ooon”, she whines more. “Let’s get outta here already”! “Fine, let me get dressed. My stuff is already in the car”, I tell her and she claps happily like a five-year-old before climbing off of me. “My bag is by your front door”, she says as I enter my bathroom. I handle my business before dressing in fuzzy pink pajama pants and a black midriff long-sleeve shirt. Meme looks at me and says, “are you serious right now”? “Spin knows I’m not a morning person. Do you wanna go now or complain about wh
I’m headed back to my foster parents’ house for my birthday. Meme rides with me in Spin’s car, unusually quiet, like she’s trying really hard to keep a secret which she doesn’t do too well with! When we pull up in front of the house she squeals, “oh thank God”, before literally diving out of the car and running for her door. Maybe she just needed to use the bathroom, I dunno! But as the day wears on, Meme does her best to avoid me like the plague. I know she knows something she’s trying not to tell me. Since my birthday is tomorrow, I let it go… Whoever made the mistake of telling Meme will suffer her wrath for it sooner or later! My foster parents take me to Red Lobster for dinner, which they usually do on the actual night of my birthday, but I won’t be here tomorrow night. I throw around ideas about attending business school and whether or not we officially change my first name to Lala when they adopt me. Kevin and Maxine are all for me furthering my education, and