Chapter 70 Sixty-nine

• Laughter escapes my lips, Clarissa winks and I throw my head back. This girl. She licks her lips and cracks her knuckles in a supposed gangster style. I scoff. Between both of us, we can’t hurt a fly, the most we can do is fight with our mouths but she is better at it.
• “Alright, bitch, playtime is over,” she says in a voice eerily similar to Riley Freeman, I shake my head. This is what happens when I let her binge watch Boondocks for the umpteenth time. “Let’s get to...” she trails off to pick a banana. Her mouth closes over the tip, she lets out a series of moans then fake gags. “You know what time it is, baby girl.”
• I facepalm and her resounding laughter has a corner of my lips twitching. This is what I get for telling her about that one time. One time that isn’t my fault, still, I won’t hear the end of it. They don’t teach these things, maybe they do but I wasn’t keen on learning.