Sage & Brittany - Jada Saladon (books for 6 year olds to read themselves .TXT) 📗

Looking Back

"Sage we have to do this , we cant stay here and let this happen."

"I cant, how are we going to make it were only 15  Brittany what are we going to do?" Sage says sobbing uncontrolably. Brittany had no answer to Sage's question other than  she didnt care.  She couldn't stay here another day and see her bestfriend continue to be rapped by a nigga she was forced to call "Daddy". "Look I don't know Sage but anything is better than sitting here doing this shit everynight,'' Brittany says.  ''I already packed all out clothes and the food out of the pantry and fridge.  All you have to do is throw on these sweats and come with me.''   '' PLEASE  SAGE, " Brittany begged and pleaded. "Okay , lets do it,'' Sage replied. 

 

As Brittany threw on her hollister sweat pants and hoodie Sage ran to the front and threw the little pack of matches on the floor and then turned the gas stove on high. Brittany entered the kitchen at just enough tine to pour the gas on the floor and open the window. The girls quickly but quietly tip toed there way back to the basement too put their Jansports on their back and exit the house threw the window of the room. When the girls finally made it out of the house, they stood their for a minute taking in the hell hole they had just released themselves from.  "You ready?" whispered Sage.  "Hell Yeah,'' Britt replied.

 

Sage removed the cigarrete from her sweats and brittany removed the lighter from her bag and handed it to Sage. Sage lit up and Brittany took the cancerstick from her mouth and looked at her and said"Let me do the honors.'' Brittany threw the cigarrete in through the window she opened in the kitchen. As soon at Britt threw the cigarrete her and Sage took off running. As soon as they reached the end of the road, the house went up in FLAMES.

 

No one knew about the burning of the house except them , no one knew that Mr.Tector (They're Foster Parent) took a trip to Brittany's room everynight. No one knew that Sage mom was a heroin addict . They only shared secrets with one another - That night was the straw on the camels back for the girls. After the house was demolished the girls walked in silence both thinking about the future and where it would take them.

 

 

4 Years Later

 

"Say cheeeeesssseeee!''  '' It's an important day bestiee," Brittany said as she snapped the instagram photo of them both. This really was an important day for the girls, today marked the 4th anniversery since there "Burning Day.'' "What are you doing today?"Sage asked after the picture.

"Nothing really , the usual  just going to work  and being all sucessful and shit,"she responded.

"Shut ya cocky ass up,'' Sage giggled. 

 

After the "Planed Incident" happened with the girls they countined to go to school and the succefully graduated with their GED. Brittany is now an intern for a pharmastical representative and Sage is a receptionist for a plastic surgery company. Even though each of the girls had decent jobs , their expectation and wants that the girls have is a tad bit higher than what their checks cut so they both have "Sugar Daddies.'' 

 

Yes of course these sugar daddies are old as hell, but Sage and Brittany didn't give a damn whatever the old ass men prefered from 3somes to riding hard and fast they met the wishes for a large amount of money and that is how they stay last in the newest shit and live in midtown of Atlanta in this big ass loft.

 

 

 "You tryna hit the club after work tonight? I mean it is Friday and it is our "Anniversary" says Brit.

"Yeah, Im down hit me up after work so I can know what time were leaving,'' replied Sage.

"Ight, I gotchu.  Im on my way to work see ya later" Brit said before we ended the phone call.

"Deuces".

Who You Lookin' At?

Brittany

Sage

 

Sage really didnt feel like going anywhere after work except her bed , but she knew how important this night was to her and Britt, so she dragged her ass upstairs to an already dressed and turrnt up Brittany. After Sage was completly ready to go 2 hours later the girls climbed in Brittany's red and black Range Rover.

 

By the way the girls was dancing in the car you would have thought they were already in the club. When Sage stepped out of the passenger seat she looked at Britt who was wearing a skin tight black dress with the front of the dress cut out. Sage then looked down at herself who was wearing a creme crop top, creme skin tight pants, with her burberry cardigan wrapped around her waist. Couldn't nobody tell them they weren't the shit; and that's exactly what their demeanor portrayed.

 

 

VIP: Dope Boys Only

 

Laith(1st period)

Jayce(2nd picture)

 

"Laith , mannn I know you saw her looking atchu' go talk to her cuss if you don't I DAMN SHO will.''

"Stop acting so thirsty, that shit aint cool.''  Of course I saw her looking at me and I know she saw me looking back, she obviously isnt intresred"

 

"You sound like Drake nigga , now aint the time to be all emotional and shit; get ya shit together" Jayce said through the loud music blasting through club VXI

 

At that moment Laith got up from his seat directly infront of the VIP bar and headed over to the two beautiful females."Now thats my boy,"Jayce said while cheering loudly. Laith made his way next to the girls and arrogantly sat in their section.

 

 Sage looked down at him with a smile mixed with flirtation and alcohol however, Brittany's look was full of attitude and discomfort. Once Sage looked down at dreads , nicely chiseled features, and not to mention the white YSL shirt he was wearing complimented with a pair of True Religon and mint Lebrons on his feet; needless to say her drunk mind was sold on taking this one home and showing him a few things.

 

Sage decided to sit right next to him even though the smoke coming from his blunt was about to make her pass out, she tried her hardest to keep her sexy ansamble. Just then the DJ made a shout out to my homies Laith and Jayce Hakeem.

 

 ''They killing the dope game this song is for them," Young Scooter Columbia Remix started blarring through the speaker as soon as Jayce made his way next to his brother to celebrate. Brittany looked at Sage and Sage looked at Brittany and they had no idea that two of Atlantas biggest drug kingpins were sitting right next to them , but not just sitting actually trying to get to know them.

 

Brittany had a change of heart after a couple of vodka shots, she looked at Jayce with his round eyes and beautiful dimples, with the top of his curly ceaser dyed blone - not to mention all the tattos and the $300 american Gucci rag around his neck.

 

"Where yall tryna head to after this?" Jayce asked "Home, and I hope you plan on coming with us," Brittany said with a slight slur and a smile. "I'll go any where with you right now as good as you look,'' Jayce said .  "Damn right," Laith added while looking at Sage with the sexiest eyes possible.

 

Sage leaned into Laith as much as possible without touching his lips and whispered while looking deep into his eyes and said "If you want "this,'' You better get up and bring ya ass on cuss Im not waiting all night and im hot and ready right now.'' That type of aggressive shit really turned Laith on and he was head over heels right about now. "Your place or mine?" he questioned. "Mine" stated Sage. "C'mon yall ready to go, and get it popping at the crib," Brittany asked standing up. "Lets go, yall follow us,'' Sage said. 

 

No More Talking

As soon as the four of them got through the door, game over Laith and Jayce weren't playing any games. Laith grabbed Sage and put her against the wall and lifted up her dress and press those fingers against her clit and started rubbing and rolling and groping all over her.

 

Sage started moaning and perring like a cat; truth is Sage ain't had none in 8 months since her last relationship. As soon as she was about to say "hold on" Laith then pulled off her Victoria Secrets effortlesly and slid all his 9 inches into her white, slippery heaven.

 

Sage could NOT believe she was in her doorway fucking Laith Hakeem, Of Atlanta's Cartel. She felt like a hoe but now wasn't the time for guilt she enjoyed