The Good The Bad and the Molly Chapter Thirteen
It was only two days after my encounter with Molly in the bathroom. I was up late, getting myself a snack, and Chris and Jerome were probably in the living room doing something or other, as usual. I opened the fridge, eyeing some leftovers, sighing as I took it out. Microwaving was for the weak, real men just eat things cold. I set the tupperware on the table and saw Chris coming into the room. “Yo.” I casually greeted him. “Hi, Aaron.” he greeted me, almost nervously. “Can we talk about...