My sleeveless House of Dereon dress was the color of new money and the belt wrapped around my waist was metallic silver.
I resembled a voluptuous New New from ATL: two deep dimples, honey glazed skin, full lips, and dark brown eyes shaped like a lost reindeer. My hair was done in a cute ponytail, swinging to the side with a swoop bang in the front, my MAC was poppin’, and my stilettos were workin’ it out. My girls and I were in line, waiting to get in to Club Arena for teen night, and for the first time in my life, I was appreciating my size fourteen brickhouse hips. Out of all the tenders lined up outside the club, hugged up on their honeys, and kicking it with their boys, here I was being harassed by a baby gorilla in a short set. He had drips of sweat running from his temples to his chin and was breathing like he was having an asthma attack.
As if somebody here in Newark, New Jersey told him he was cute. I had on my freakum dress and the fat version of Lil Wayne was stalking me. But she might just set herself up for a major heartbreak in the process.It was official: I was fly. Once again, it's up to Seven to try and set things right. To make things worse, she's feelin' the school's hottest baller, Josiah-the guy who happens to be dating her high maintenance girlfriend, Deeyah.īut when Deeyah decides to play Josiah and his worst enemy against each other, she'll have everyone facing off in the worst way. It's not easy being the thickest girl in her school's popular clique, or hiding the fact that her twin sister is playing wifey to the neighborhood thug. Seven McKnight can rock Apple Bottoms jeans and stilettos like nobody's business, but she's got her share of issues. No one expects a girl like Seven to snag a baller like Josiah-but love has a way of taking unexpected turns in this YA urban romance. IsPublicPerformanceAllowed False languages
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