Which car y'all like the best??
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*Nasia*What I tell y'all? I'm up in the principal's office, being confronted about my "misdemeanor" or whateva. Honestly, I ain't even listening to this rude, wrinkly, racist, harlineless ass bitch.
So ya girl is suspended... SHOCKER! It's what ever, I need a vacation anyway. So I hop in my Mazda and roll off campus. I might go to Starbucks or something. Can somebody say Triple Mocha?!
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*Sol*
I haven't seen Nasia all day. This girl probably said she had to use the bathroom, then drove off. So I call her... no answer. Right as the bell's ringing I get a text from Nasia saying she got suspended... WTF?! Oh my damn. There isn't a bus that passes through our side of town and I was supposed to carpool with Nasia until my Audi is out of the shop! 'NADIA!' The idea pops in my head to try to hitch a ride with my nigga Nadia.
Shes Haitian too, and just about as sweet as ever with huge gorgeous brown eyes that'll just melt your heart out. Standing at 5'8 with mad curves and a subtle but stunning belly peircing. She was a head turner.
I see Nadia satrting her car. DAMNIT! I run to the drivers window of her BMW and I see all the damn seats filled. Ugh! So while I'm walking thunder strikes! FML. After I walk two blocks, scared for my life, a jet black hummer with damn near pitch black windows is honking at me. I am not in the mood. The windows roll down and it's, YOU GUESSED IT, Darius. "You need a ride, or would you rather me let you walk and ruin ya fly forces, haha?" I pokerfaced the hell out of this dude then weighed my options. Best believe I got my ass in that car!
"Where you going ma?" He asked me with one hand on the wheel and his dimples all showing. No lie he was so cute, but a little too sure of himself. Anyway...back to Donté. "Um, do you know where Walter Street is," I asked hoping that wasn't too far. "Yeah I gotchu, beautiful," he said still cheesing, "but dang ma you live like an hour away. Why don't you have a whip?" Here we go with the explanation,"I have a cocaine white Audi, 2013, sitting on 24s. Right now it's in the shop for the tune up that I pay for it to get every four months." "That's wassup ma,I'm impressed," and that was the end of that.
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*Darnell*
'Dang this girl bout her shit' I thought as I listened to her speak. After I told her how impressed I was, I finally pulled off. The whole way she was silent. I turned on the radio and started looking for a good station and she stopped my hand at this old-school station and some lady started singing. I looked over at Sol and she was all into it. She started singing and sounded amazing, is there anything this girl can't do ? She saw me looking at her and started blushing.
|10 minutes later|
"So we been in this car 15 minutes, and I'm driving you home with the hand that you proceeded to stab earlier... no apology?" I asked her in a tone of irony.
"Nah, bruh. If I apologized that would mean I felt bad for doing it, which I do not," she said straight up, "plus, sorry people are sorry."
"Aha I see, tell me about yaself, beautiful."
"Just what is it that you want to know?"
"Whatever you wanna tell me, we still got 35 minutes. Maybe more with this weather."
"Well um... not much to tell, really. OK I'm Haitian and Egyptian. I speak 4 languages. I love fine arts but poetry is my forte. What about you pretty boy?"
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*Sol*
'This boy is kinda cool' I thought as he told me about himself.
Turns out Daevon is a musician. INSTANT turn on. Well for the next few we kept talking and until we got to my house; he looked almost sad to see me go (AWW.)
"Thanks, like really you saved me today," I said and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. He turned red!
"Same time tomorrow?" He questioned with hope in his eyes.
"If it's not too much trouble, yeah."
"No problem ma, better get ta stepping so you don't have a late start on ya homework smarty pants," he laughed lightly.
"Haha very funny. Bye Derrick!"
He waited for me to get in the house before pulling off.
Oh wow, a pretty boy with manners.
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*Darnell*
"Bitch get the fuck out my face!" I sang along to Rich Homie and Yung Thug. I was jammin' on my way to Sol's place. I hope this go good cuz I'm starting to feel shawty.
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*Sol*
"WAVE YO HANDS SIDE, TO SIDE PUT IT IN THE AIR!" Beyoncé sang as I got up from my nap. 5:30 on a Saturday. I'm in and a white bra and mail polish stained pajama pants. "Maaam-...WHAT THE-" WHAT THE FUCK IS DARREN DOING HERE?!
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Only By Chance
Dla nastolatkówSolange is a 17 year old poet that drifts through the day with sonnets in her head quiet and to herself. She's down to earth, slightly insecure and overall pretty far from normal. Darnell is the cockiest most envied person in JFK High School, flashy...