ROYALITY🤤

           Senior year at Braxton-Jacobs High was definitely a game-changing year for me. I’d gone from being somewhat of a nerd with a handful of friends to being cool with almost all of my peers. I say almost all because although I’d completely changed my image, there was one girl who still treated me like shit. Her name was Danielle Murphy and we used to be cool until seventh grade. For whatever reason, she became a major bitch to me and made it her mission to always fuck up my day. She once talked her friends into playing a prank on me where they somehow got the combination to my locker, stole my books, and tossed them in trash bins all around the school. Needless to say, I desperately wanted to get even.

           “Noah, how do you think you did on Mrs. Howell’s test?” my friend Caiden asked me as we sat in the senior lounge during our free period.

           “I know I got an A,” I answered confidently. “I mean, every question on the test came straight out of things that happened in chapters ten, eleven, and twelve from the book.”

           “Yeah, but I’m sure she put in a few trick questions.”

           “Even if she did, I know I still got an A.” The bell rang for seventh period and I asked him, “Are you staying after school today for the cyberteam meeting?”

                                              Me (Noah Ross)

           “Not today but I’ll definitely be at Thursday’s meeting when we get to hack computer systems again.”

           I rolled my eyes and said, “Of course you wouldn’t miss that. I’ll see you later, Caiden.”

           “Later, Noah.”

           We headed out of the senior lounge in separate directions. I was on my way to advanced biology in the building next door when I heard her annoying voice call out, “Girl, you gone be late if you don’t twirl and skip your fruity ass to your next class.”

          After my righthand nigga Loko got himself locked up, I found myself in need of a new nigga to fill that important position. I had fifteen niggas working for me and out of that fifteen, only one was reliable enough to be my number two. His name was Meek and he was just as loyal to me as Loko had been. The only problem was I couldn’t tell if he would be down to fulfill all of Loko’s duties. While I had all my niggas out on the streets giving the fiends what they needed, I could only trust one nigga with my money and the business, and the only way I knew I could have all of his trust was to submit him to the prison code. The prison code meant just what it sounded like: he had to become my bitch behind closed doors.

          “None of y’all niggas gettin’ hit up right now?” I asked the five who’d shown up that day.

          “Nope,” they all answered.

          “Shit, y’all ain’t gettin’ paid then. I’m not payin’ y’all to sit around and play 2K17 all fuckin’ day.”

          They all shrugged their shoulders and put their focus back on the videogame. I gave Meek a look as I shook my head and sat down on the sofa. I stared at him as he pulled out a long blunt and lit it up. My dick started to grow hard as I focused on his ass. He was sagging so that ass was looking right in the pair of blue boxer briefs he was wearing. I’d been wanted to make him my lieutenant so I could fuck him but it was hard to tell if he was that hungry for the position. It took Loko less than a day to take the promotion and suck my dick, and a week later I fucked him for the first time.

          For me, it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the power and the amount of loyalty I could gain from that sort of arrangement. How could a dude betray me if he’s sucking my dick and letting me fuck him knowing I’d put the word out if he were to betray me? I wasn’t the one sucking dick and getting fucked in my ass, so I could regain my standing quicker than the nigga who was sucking me and getting fucked by me. As unfair and fucked up as that sounds, it’s just the truth.

          “Yo Meek,” I said to him. “Let me talk to you for a second in my room.”

          “Okay,” he said as he passed his blunt to Trigga, one of the other niggas who worked for me. He then stood up and followed me into my room.

          I closed and locked the door before picking up a blunt I’d rolled earlier and lighting it. I took a hit from it before asking him, “You good, bruh?”

          He laughed a little as he replied, “Yeah, I’m good.” His smile faded as he asked me, “Yo, I didn’t do some shit to piss you off, did I? Because if I did…”

          “Nah, we good, my dude. I just need to talk to you about some shit I’ve been thinkin’ about.”

          “A’ight. What’s good, Marz?”

          I sat down on my bed and asked, “How would you like to make more money?”

                                                   Me (Marz)

A BEAR MADE FROM ROSES 😍😍😍

Found this company the other day on Facebook. According to their site, each Rose Bear is made by hand and takes almost an entire day to complete. There’s no denying that if someone got me this for Valentine’s Day, I’d love them forever! ❤️❤️