1 Chapter One

A/N I am not perfect, therefor, YOU WILL SEE MISTAKES. I warn you, if you're a grammer freak, THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU. Mistakes will probably be everywhere you turn. But if you don't care about mistakes, GO RIGHT AHEAD AND READ.

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Mia Victor

No matter what I do, all I think about is you

Even when I'm with my boo, boy you know I'm crazy over you

No matter what I do, all I think about is you – "Dilemma"  by Nelly & Kelly

"Ayoo Mya, hurry your ass up" Dre yelled calling out to my twin sister from where he was by the door. I sat on the black worn out couch with my boyfriend of five months trying to pay attention to the yellow sponge on the flat screen, but that's kinda hard to do with perfection standing just a few feet away. Even from the couch I can smell his Ralph Lauren cologne. I probably look like an idiot sniffing the air. My boyfriend Bobby looked at me weirdly but continued texting off his phone. He hated Spongebob, but I love it so he gone have to deal with it. Dre looked at us side ways and then turned his attention to the TV and then started shaking his head. So what, Spongebob is the best thing that lives in a pineapple under the sea. Don't judge me.

Five minutes later Mya came down the stairs looking as good as always. Long natural black hair flowing down to the middle of her back, a nice tight knee length black dress that showed her nice coke bottle curves and some red bottoms. I look at her with envy as she wrapped her arms around Dre and her red lipstick colored lips covered his nice luscious lips in a sweet nice long kiss as if they haven't seen each other in forever.

Aint that a bitch? Here I am with my boyfriend of five moths and all I can think about is my sister's boyfriend.

"Don't wait up cause I won't be coming home tonight." Mya said in a slick tone as she finally pulled away from Dre who was already out the door.

"Wasn't counting on it." I replied back dryly. It wasn't the first and I know it won't be the last time Mya stay out late and sometimes never come home.

"If Tasha calls, I'm sleep. Don't do nothing I wouldn't do." was the last thing she said as she left the house. I scowl at her last statement. I was a proud virgin and I wasn't no where near a slut like Mya was.

Mya and I don't get along.

Period.

Point.

Blank.

For as long as I can remember. She was always confident and outspoken while I was quite and stayed to myself. She would get mad at me for those reasons alone. It hurt at first, especially since we our foster kids, hence the reason why she called our foster mom, Tasha. We were the lucky ones, we didn't end up with people that wanted us for money, we didn't get treated some type of way and most importantly we didn't get separated. We have somewhat of a good life, we not struggling but we aint rich either. We our both in our last year of high school and I doubt Mya is going to graduate. She doesn't care about school she only attend to make Tasha and Terrance happy. Just that reason alone makes me think that my sister has a heart deep down in all that darkness that have consume her body.

My thoughts drifted back to Dre. Him and Mya been together for a year and some months now and my crush on him has been for that long. I hardly every see him but when he comes to get Mya from the house or from school. He's three years older then us, making him 21 and us 18, but Mya hardly looks her age. She could pass for 20. I on the other hand dress my age.

But then again my crush on him could be temporary. All I know about him is his age and that he is fine as hell. Also from what I hear from school and my job at Footlocker. Apparently he pushing drugs in and out of the port of Miami. He name Is known far and wide because of who his father is. He is mean and ruthless and you don't want to get on his bad side. The only part of him I've seen is his impatient, calm and aggressive side. Aggressive because of his make out sessions with my sister in front of the school. I'm guessing he likes it rough.

I wonder how it would be like making out with him? I could picture it now. It's not hard, trust me. Seeing him with Mya, is like seeing me, so yeah picturing us together is easy as pie. His strong biceps wrapped around me as my long legs encircles his abdomen as his lips does wonder to my –

"Mia??" Bobby's calm voice interrupts my negative thoughts.

"Yeah." I answered facing him with a smile. I felt bad. Here I am fantasizing about another man's touch when I have a perfectly good boyfriend here. Who I might add is a straight A student like me and a future Harvard graduate, but no matter how smart he is...

He is so boring!

He won't try anything with me. Seeing the way Andre is with Mya has me wanting more.. Mya would always gloat about her dates with Dre and how good he is with his tongue.

Bobby on the other hand would rather study then to make out with me. I would literally try to stick my tongue down his throat but he would just pull away. The farthest we ever got is cuddling. Not to mention it feels like I wear the pants In the relationship. He would want to do something but I would disagree and he would leave it at that and go with what I want. Shessh can a girl get a little argument?

Is it too much to ask for a guy that knows what he wants and goes after it? Thus leading me back to Dre. I remember once how he and Mya was arguing in front of the school about some girl texting Dre. My sister was livid, she was all up in his face and he just stood there just waiting for her to finish. When she noticed he was paying her no mind she finally shut up. He said something in her ear that had her standing still and before we know it she was throwing her arms around him apologizing. Like a boss!

"Well I guess it time for me to go, its getting late." Bobby said getting up from the couch. I pulled on his arm so that he fell on top on me and that his lips fell on to mines. I bit his lips, asking for entrance and surprisingly he did.

About time. Was all I could think. I was about to start touching on his abs, and by the time I blinked, he was up and by the door.

"Umm I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Bobby said and with that he was out the door.

I let out a loud "Ugh" before shoving a couch pillow in front of my face.

Now I'm home alone. Foster parents working late hours, which is why Mya stays out whenever she wants. I'm by myself in this house and instead of thinking about my boyfriend who just left me after I tried making out with him, all I could think about is –

Dre.

Dre.

Dre.

I'm pretty sure, I'm head over heels over my sisters thug.

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