20 Chapter 19
Richelle
It's been about 11 hours since the sleepover. No one's said anything about it. Honestly I think everyone's afraid to. Buuuutttttt! Guess what today is? IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I'm going over to Ozzy's house because I couldn't make it that day of the sleepover. Before that we go to TNS because of Michemily's party. I can't wait! (Even if I was at TNS yesterday and the day before that) The day of the sleepover was the last day of school. For me at least. The last two days were party days, I didn't feel like I wanted to show up after embarrassing myself. The past few weeks have been a bit crazy. Christmas happened which was great. And my birthday is today, which I'm SO excited for.
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on head and fuck it up in the worst way
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on ahead and fuck it up in the worst way, c'mon
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
You the birthday bitch
It's time to do some birthday shit
I wanna see that birthday cake
Lil bae g'on and birthday shake
I'm trying to get you to the birthday bed
You can even get the birthday head
That's what you call birthday s*x
You don't need no love from ya birthday ex
She came with her birthday clique
Her and her girls looking birthday rich
Take a shot of the birthday liq
I'm trying to get you back home in your birthday fit
It's time to get birthday drunk
I'm talking 'bout birthday slumped
Bend it over this your birthday song
Let the dress come up
Show your birthday thong
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on head and fuck it up in the worst way
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on ahead and fuck it up in the worst way
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
And she came with her best friend
So she 'bout to fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
And she is a good girl
But tonight she's cutting up, cutting up, cutting up, cutting up
Smack her on the booty if it's real for me
Make it roll like it's going down the hill for me
And she 'bout to turn up
If you 'bout the drama
Then it don't concern her
She all on the stage
Got the place 'bout to burn up
She fuck it up
Watch her shake Tina Turner
It's all about you
Girl tonight it's 'bout you
Make the whole club stop whenever she come through
One time for me two
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on head and fuck it up in the worst way
If you a bad bitch
And it's your birthday
G'on ahead and fuck it up in the worst way, c'mon
One time for the birthday bitch
Two times for the birthday bitch
Three times for the birthday bitch
Fuck it up if it's your birthday bitch
While I'm sitting on my bed deep in thought, those lyrics boom through the house, startling me a bit. Ozzy comes, grooving his way in my room, holding 5 boxes at once. He does this funny dance, giving me a chance to giggle. Classic Ozzy. I get up and dance with him. He grabs hold of my hands and twirls me around.
"M'lady," he smirks, speaking in a posh accent. He hands me a box, once the music dies down. I giggle at him taking the box into my hands. I unwrap it and... woah.
Is this a dream?
So. Many. Perfect. Clothes!
"Ozzy!" I screamed, looking up in his direction.
"Yeesssssss?" he asks, dragging out his reply.
"I didn't know you had such a great taste in clothes!"
"After all the times of going shopping with you, I kind of got an idea of what you like to wear." he shrugs, smiling, "Next!"
He hands me a cards. I open it and it says:
'Are you camera? Because when you put on all of these clothes you'll have a lot of flash.'
"The thing is... I already have a lot of flash," I say, striking a pose. He chuckles at my (what I call pizzazz). Shaking his head he come over to me.
"You'll have the best birthday ever today," Ozzy whispers into my ear, his lips grazing it the slightest amount. It gives a shiver down my spine.
Oh my boyfriend. Lucky I have him. All this that's happened this year is like whirlwind. All I want is closure. With Noah. With my teacher. With Mr. Andrekeetes. I guess all of this happens when you're mature.
{Last Chapter! Let me know if you guys want a sequel, because I'm starting up my sequels probably in February 2021 just so I'll have a plot ready!
Thankyou for the love and support on this book!
Kisses~ Amora!❤️}
