Days three and four go just the same as day two went. I pick her up, buy her Starbucks, take her to school, walk her to the door, and kiss her. Gabe takes her straight home after practice, with no detours! We text before bed, but are now having actual conversations… On Friday, I pull up a little early, and Meme is getting in her car all dressed up. Whatever, it’s Friday, right?! That’s until Loyalty exits the house, also dressed to the nines. Her pink hair is tied back in a bun, and she’s wearing a pale pink pencil skirt with a matching suit jacket and black heels. I really hope these two don’t plan on coming tonight dressed like this?! Her face is down, focused on her phone which is in her right hand, she has her book bag threaded through both arms and an oversized purse in her left hand. She opens the car door and says, “can I leave this in your trunk?”, and lifts the purse up. I pop the trunk open and she looks relieved to not have to carry it around all day. “What’s with the ge

Loyalty is clearly not a morning person, it’s after nine and she’s still out cold. I bump into Meme in the hallway and she swivels past me into my room. I continued downstairs to check with Dan about making Loyalty a jacket. He has set up a meeting with our seamstress for later today. This is going to clash with her schedule for the day, so I wake Gabe and his boys to get ready to go with her and Meme. They’re not thrilled with having to go to school on a Saturday, but that’s too fucking bad! As I reach my bedroom, I hear her and Meme talking, and I know I shouldn’t eavesdrop, but it’s not like Loyalty is very forthcoming with her feelings! “Oh no you don’t”, I heard Meme say as a scuffle between the two girls occurred. “Get off, it hurts”, I hear Loyalty whine. She’s so damn innocent that a single orgasm from being fingered has her energy depleted! “You didn’t”, Meme shrieks, and I find myself chuckling. Can you imagine? She’d be dead to the world still if

It’s Christmas Eve, exactly a week until Loyalty turns eighteen. Thanks to Brenda’s big ass mouth, everyone now walks around calling Loyalty wifey. She takes it in stride, but every once in a while, I catch her rolling her eyes at the name. “What's your beef with it?” I hear Meme asking her. “I’m not wifey, I’m not even engaged”, she says. “So if Spin asked you to marry him…”, Brenda starts. “Phishhh”, scoffs Loyalty. “I’m not expecting that anytime soon. But if the shoe fits! Honestly, there is no fighting the inevitable. Spin has made it very clear he ain’t ever letting me go willingly”. My baby girl got that right! “But if he did”, Brenda continued. “Yes, I’d say yes”, she admits. “So you’re in love with Spin?”, asks Meme. “Nothing is forced anymore”? “I think so”, she says. “I wanna be here. I wanna be with him. It’s just weird because I don’t exactly know if what I feel is love. I have nothing to compare it to”! “That’s not true, I l

I’m headed back to my foster parents’ house for my birthday. Meme rides with me in Spin’s car, unusually quiet, like she’s trying really hard to keep a secret which she doesn’t do too well with! When we pull up in front of the house she squeals, “oh thank God”, before literally diving out of the car and running for her door. Maybe she just needed to use the bathroom, I dunno! But as the day wears on, Meme does her best to avoid me like the plague. I know she knows something she’s trying not to tell me. Since my birthday is tomorrow, I let it go… Whoever made the mistake of telling Meme will suffer her wrath for it sooner or later! My foster parents take me to Red Lobster for dinner, which they usually do on the actual night of my birthday, but I won’t be here tomorrow night. I throw around ideas about attending business school and whether or not we officially change my first name to Lala when they adopt me. Kevin and Maxine are all for me furthering my education, and

I’m sitting in Spin’s car in the school’s parking lot. So much has changed in my life over Winter break that my head is in overdrive mode. I don’t even feel like the same person, because I’m not the same person! I’m the queen of a biker gang, engaged to the king at eighteen! I haven’t told my foster parents that Spin has proposed to me, and since he is quick to set a date, the pressure to do so is real. I don’t know how this is going to affect my adoption, but regardless, I still want both! I step out of Spin’s car with my jacket and pink diamond ring on. Meme scrambles out of the passenger seat as Gabe, Mikey, Deckard, and Chris flank us. Things really can not get any more awkward around here! Thankfully, the pep squad season is over, so I can bolt out of this place as soon as the bell rings! Of course, Travis and his football friends stare us down, and as soon as I pass him, he punches his locker and screams, “fuck”, as his hand starts to bleed. I rolled my eye