Waking Up !: A Narrative Fiction

I knew she was going to freak the fuck out and there was no reason to delay what was going to fucking happen, so I held up my cell phone with a picture of Kenton helping me put on some shoes my mother would steal the second she finds out they were in the house.” “Jade! He didn’t buy you those…” “He didn’t have to. Their family owns several malls. The one we go to most weekends to check out guys is owned by them. It’s going to freak the fuck out of everyone at school when we go there and everyone is kissing my ass and calling me, Ms. Jade Woodard.” “You have got to be shitting me?” “Nope. If you want, we can go down there right now, but I have to call the manager and let her know I’m coming. If not, they may scare the …show more content…

I’m bringing your crazy ass out there with me. Mister, let me make sure my mother don’t see me kiss you because she cries whenever she see us smack lips together, has some good looking boys that needs the hookup.” “You’re shitting me?” “Nope. Aren’t you going to ask me if they’re rich?” “When have that shit mattered to me. I wouldn’t give a damn if his folks are rubbing two pennies together to make a nickel. If he’s cool with me than I’m cool with him, then it's a wrap. If he’s a pervert, then I know you got my back and we will kick his ass.” “I doubt that shit will happen.” “Jade, my tits are bigger than yours, when in the hell have something like that not happened?” “I would say the moment you meet some of his boys. Not one of them took a sneak peek at my utters and spoke directly to my face. After I showed the best looking one of the bunch of bed toys your picture, he asked me if I would do him the fucking honor to introduce him to you before better looking guys with more to offer catch your fucking attention.” “You’re shitting me?” “Nope. Here’s a picture of him. His name is Austin Giles. I met his mother, Joann. You might want to say very little around that chick.” “Jade, these aren’t the people who own Giles Fashion boutiques, are …show more content…

It’s the place we cover up our eyes so we can’t look at the fucking window displays.” “Did you just fucking say Austin Giles, who folks own Giles Fashion Boutiques wants you to hook him up with me?” “I see you can still fucking hear, but your brain is still working on the words. Just remember to say nothing around his mother.” “I’m over here about ready to leave a puddle and I doubt there’s enough ice in Alaska to help me sleep after meeting him. I hear you warning me about his moms, but haven’t said why?” “She has a long list of pampered pooches trying to get the hookup with her son. He’s best friends with Kenton and blabber lips told him how I had almost kicked his ass.” “Is the boy some kind of a freak?” “Nope. He just wants a real girl and not some mutt his mother had trained. If you ask me I think he’s looking for a bad girl.” “What about his