y/n's pov i grab my wallet and phone making my way downstairs. "you're not wearing that y/n." vinnie stops me. "and why not?"
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"please just change." "vinnie i can wear what i want. cmon already, we're about to be late." i open the door. "no change." he grabs my arms.
"no." i yank my arm back and walk to the car. who the fuck is he? telling me what to wear. please-
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"we're here with our other friends. uhm, under the name liya perez." i tell the waiter. "oh yeah right this way." he guides us to the table after looking at my chest. okay?
"that's why you should've changed." i hear vinnie say. "what i wear shouldn't be an issue. shut up."
"here you go" the waiter smiles. i sit next to liya and she automatically lets out a little laugh. "what's up with you two? you guys look a bit... mad."
"it's unnecessary. he's mad because of my outfit." i glare at vinnie while i talk to liya. "it's not even that bad. it's a normal, regular, summer outfit." she shrugs.
"exactly my point. but he always has some shit to say." "because i don't want people to look at my girlfriend in a certain way." vinnie steps in.
" in what way? a hoe? a slut? my outfit is perfectly fine." i roll my eyes. "y/n, your chest is on display for anybody. you think a man wants to see other people looking at his girlfriend's boobs?"
"my chest isn't on fucking display. oh, but it's okay for you to take your shirt off at a skate park or whenever you get hot. but when i wanna wear a regular cropped top, it's not okay and my boobs are a "distraction"" i quote his word. "not my damn problem BOYS are immature."
"whatever y/n."
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"yeah, i'll see you later. i love you." i hug liya bye and get into the car with vinnie. "that's what i'm fucking talking about." vinnie starts.
"what now? you've been in a pissy ass mood all day and for what? my outfit." i slap my thigh. "yes because of your outfit. look at you. your whole shirt is see through. other men were looking at you. they might think i'm dating a slu-"
"- A WHAT? say it. i dare you." i cut him off. "do you really want me to?" he snickers. "yeah, go ahead and watch what happens."
"whatever. when people see you as hoe, just know you put yourself out there like that." he scoffs. in no doubt i slap him.
"don't call me a hoe. what i wear doesn't define who i am. you know what, get out the car." i unlock the door and walk to the driver's side.
"wha-?" "GET OUT!" i shout. he rolls his eyes after he gets out the car. i enter the driver's seat and lock the doors, driving off leaving him in the parking lot.
"please- who he calling a hoe." i talk to myself.
A/N PLEASE-😭😭
when i TELL YOU kneegrows get on my nerves. THEY DO! wanna talk about "i neva chase a bitch. fems ain't loyal like they seem. i'm always giving my all" WHO WASNT LOYAL? boy shut up. i made you pussy whipped. be quiet🏃🏽♀️🏃🏽♀️🏃🏽♀️🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪and I WAS LOYAL
