TWELVE

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PART TWELVE

"I am not your mirror

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"I am not your mirror. You are your own prisoner." —Unknown.

Ξ GU,OD Ξ

I pushed my newly braided box-braids out of my face and proceeded to put it in a ponytail

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I pushed my newly braided box-braids out of my face and proceeded to put it in a ponytail. My door creaked open. Monse poked her head into my bedroom. "Hey, how are you?" She asked with a sly smirk on her lips. "What did you do?" I asked, suspicious of her odd behavior. Her mouth fell agape. "So I can't ask how my favorite sister is feeling now?"

I rolled my eyes though a small smile was evident on my lips. "First of all, I'm the only sister you have and it's not like I'm gonna fall apart if I'm alone, Mo." The day me and Oscar had our 'fight' she heard everything and since then she hasn't been stopped asking every hour if I'm fine or need something. I guess she's as overprotective as me sometimes.

"You sure?" I let out a little laugh and nodded. "I'm good. Besides, I'm going to a party tonight." She raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "Are you gonna act like those air headed 'I just broke up with my boyfriend so I'm gonna act like a fool and get drugged' type of girls?" She spoke in one breath. "No, Monse! I'm not even gonna drink. I just want to have some fun. I need it."

She sighed and sat on my bed. "Fine, but I'll let Jasmine keep her eyes on you." I frowned. "Jasmine? I think I will be the one watching her. That chick is crazy, man."

"I just need someone to go with you. What if someone robs you?! You know if you're with Jasmine she will knock that thief out." I shook my head before laughing. "Girl, please. Let's talk about you now. What's up with my boy Cesar?"

She rolled her eyes. "Your boy? Sin, you hate him." She stated. "Mo, you know that's not true. I don't hate him, I just don't like him." I replied with a smile.

"Well, nothing's going on. We're not a thing. We never were." She said as she got up from my bed. I squinted my eyes, not believing her. "Mo, I'm gonna ask you something important. Please answer this truthfully okay?" She nodded. "Do I look like a clown to you?" She sighed and rolled her eyes once again. "I really don't like him!"

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