Sebastian Lorizio

"Bash, you gonna cook?" Ava asked, plopping down on the couch next to me.

I sighed, irritated that she was fucking up my study session. She should be cooking me some damn food.

"Are you gonna cook? Shit, can't you see I'm trying to fucking study." I snapped, tossing my pencil onto my textbook. "You ain't helping me study and you wanna interrupt me by asking if I'm going to cook?"

"I just asked a question, you didn't have to snap on me like that." She mumbled.

"Well since you're so hungry go make some damn noodles."

"I don't want that."

"Then I guess you're not hungry." I shrugged. "Go to bed or drink some water, then you won't be hungry."

She smacked her lips, getting off of the couch to kneel down between my legs. Her hands rubbed up and down my legs.

"Baby, you're so stressed. Let me relieve some of it." She said seductively while biting her bottom lip.

I pushed her hands off of me, "I don't feel like it. You want to relieve my stress?"

She slowly nodded her head with puppy dog eyes.

"Roll me a blunt and leave me alone to study." I told her.

"I don't know how to do that and you know it. That shit stinks anyways." She scrunched up her face in disgust. Prissy ass.

We're complete opposites, but yet I love her. She's always been my shoulder to cry on, always there when I need to vent. But as time progessed she's been irritating the hell out of me.

"Ava, just go. I have an exam tomorrow and I want to make sure I grasp this." I pulled her up by her arm and moved her out my way to reclaim my text book off the coffee table.

I hated cramming, but my father has been on my ass about my grades and I don't need to hear his mouth.

"But spend some time with me. We haven't had sex in three days." She pouted, straddling my lap.

The tank top she had on put her cleavage on full display and her shorts clung to her so well. She took off her shirt, revealing that she had no bra on.

"Fuck." I muttered under my breath as I laid her back on the couch, hovering over her. "Ava, you killing me man."

I could study afterwards, but I know once I start we're gonna be at it for a while. But I've been studying all day, I deserve a little break.

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"What you get on your test?" Amir asked me.

"A 'C' and that didn't do much for the D I already have in that class. Fuck, I should've studied more." I ran my hand down my face, sighing.

"You're fucked." He laughed as I gave him a blank stare. "Alright I quit. How do you know Puff?"

"Who?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I don't know anyone of that name. What kind of name is that anyways?

"The bartender at Club Fantasy." He spoke slowly.

"Oh you mean that bitch with the green hair." I scoffed at him bringing her up. I can't stand that bitch.

"Why she gotta be a bitch?"

"Because all she does is run her damn mouth. Mad for no apparent reason. She's a bitter ass female." I told him. Her mouth is going to get her fucked up one day by someone and it just might be me.

"She's cool to me. I've known her for a while. We go way back to when she was fifteen and I was seventeen."

"Nigga you a pedophile or something? Or was you too lame to have friends your own age?" I laughed.

"Fuck you bitch. She actually went to my school and she was a cool sophomore. Like one of the guys."

"How come I never heard of her?" I tilted my chin up at him.

"Because she moved after high school. She came back a few months ago and I saw her working at the bar."

"You fuck?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Hell no! Shawty only fuck with bitches. I heard she got that good good though."

"She a pussy muncher?" I laughed obnoxiously. That explains a lot.

"Yeah, she been turning bitches out since her freshman year, bagging seniors and juniors. I'm talking about real bad females. Word on the street is she fucking with Londyn right now."

"Londyn with the fat ass? Man I fucked her a few years back while me and Ava was on a break."

"Shit I did too nigga!" He leaned over to dap me up. "But seriously, Londyn ain't been with nobody but her in a while. That mouth must do wonders."

"At the end of the day she's still a bitch and I wouldn't want anything to do with her ass."

Valencia Carter

I knocked on the front door as I observed the new flowers my mother was planting in the yard. She always had a thing for gardening. I think it's because she tries to fit in with her uppity ass friends.

"Hey baby girl." My father snapped my attention from the tulips, roses, and dahlias.

"Hi daddy." I practically jumped into his arms like I was still a child. Nobody can make me as happy as my dad.

"Mikey!" I relased from the hug, walking inside to hug my big, little brother. Only eighteen but you would think he's the oldest.

I kissed all over his face as he groaned in annoyance.

"Get off of me." He kept moving his head to avoid my kisses.

"You know you like all my love." I said.

"Negative."

"You barely come to visit. I've missed my little girl." Dad said, closing the door.

"You know exactly why." I pursed my lips.

"Who was that at the door, honey?" The devil herself walked out of the laundry room.

Michael began to whistle while looking around the room, "Lovely decor we have."

"Look who came to visit." Dad pointed at me.

She put on her fake smile, opening her arms up to me as she got closer.

"Valencia, I haven't seen you in so long." She pulled me into a hug.

I rolled my eyes, receiving a stern look from my father forcing me to hug her back.

"I know. It's been so long." I patted her back.

She let go of me, "I got some food in the kitchen if you want some."

"Yeah, no, I'm going to my room." Mikey headed up the stairs.

"Okay." I'm not the type to pass up food. I can't stand my mother, but she sure can burn in the kitchen.

I followed behind her mouthing to my father to help me. All he did was shrug. I sat at the table, watching her make my plate. Don't need any funny business.

She placed a plate in front of me and I immediately began to salivate. Fried chicken, collard greens, macaroni, and cornbread.

"It's not going anywhere." My father joked as I scarfed down my food.

"Shut up." I nudged him with a mouthful of food.

"Val, be more lady like." My mother told me.

I rolled my eyes, smacking on my food on purpose. She pursed her lips and I smacked louder.

"Valencia, how have you been? It's been like two months." My father said.

"I've been good."

"Still living in sin?" My mother asked.

I sat my fork down, looking over at her. Every time. It never fails.

"Here we go. Why can't you accept me for who I am? You're my mother, you should love me no matter what my sexuality is."

Ever since I came out when I was thirteen, she's looked and treated me differently. After that I've done everything to please her, but after a while I just gave up.

"Because it isn't right. You're a woman, you should like men. Homosexuality is a sin."

"But God forgives and loves all of his children. Isn't that what you taught me?"

"Valerie, don't start-"

She slammed her fist on the table, "No, you think it's okay to have our daughter run around with other women and working in clubs when I don't."

"She's grown woman doing well for herself and I'll love her regardless of her sexual preference." He retorted. And this is why I'm so close with my father. He's never treated me differently because of what I like.

"I don't care! She-"

"You know what." I stood from my chair. "Nothing that you say is going to change me. Yes, I eat pussy and I love it! I got tricks that eat mines as well. You have a good day and I'll talk to you later dad." I grabbed my plate and left the house.

She can't change me. At the end of the day, I'm still Valencia Carter.

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Sebastian?

Ava?

Valencia?

Her mother?

Excuse mistakes.