Rafael is observing with amusement. Again, I don’t see the humor in the situation, especially since I’m focused on the black Mercedes-Benz pulling to the curb. The windows are tinted, but I have an idea who’s inside. My subconscious tells me to take off before this scenario gets more complex. It’s good advice, but I stand stagnant, concentrating on the pavement, watching black Nike sneakers step out of the car and move toward me. I’m not surprised when sturdy arms seize me in an embrace. Elijah.
OMFG IM SO PISSED WHAT IS HIS BITCHASS DOING SHOWING UP AND RUINING SHIT FOR LIKE UH DONT NOBODY BUT THE MOM LIKE YOU AND THE MOM IS NOT THE ONE YOU NEED TO WOO IN THIS SITUATION OMFG THIS IS REALLY ABOUT TO BLOW UP IN THIS BITCHES FACE
