Yours always, Pre'asia

::Pre'asia::

::Present day Pre'asia::

I immediately slammed my door and screamed to the top of my lungs. Knocking everything in my way down. Throwing vases and papers and glasses against my window anything I saw made me angry I was completely tearing my room apart but it didn't even matter I was completely pissed. Once no more damage could be done I just fell to the ground running my hands through my hair and thinking those same constant thoughts that I never mean

"I wish I never met him."

"Why can't I ever be enough for him?"

"I hate him!"

I could tear myself apart but it would do me no good. I'm in too deep there is no such thing as turning back. I'm his and he's mine and I've met the point of no return. I have too much love for the boy and I have times when I wish I didn't, when I wish I never interacted with him but then I realize just how much love I have and those thoughts completely vanish. My mother thinks I'm completely naïve and my friend are just confused on why I'm still here but the dumb/best part is I don't even care anymore. That's MY babe that's it.... thats all.

:: Pre'asia back in the day::

I'm Pre'asia Amere Austin 15 and I guess you can say I'm socially awkward. First of I'll let me tell you I'm not the modern day teen with 500 friend and a pep rally to go to every damn day with a dreamy ass boyfriend Hell naw fuck the bull shit. I got like 2 good friends and I guess you can say I'm "known" *Kanye shrug *. Second of all let me tell you I'm not light skinned with long curly hair Naww naww naww I'm dark skinned with hair that comes to my shoulders my bangs are cut and shit I'm cute I guess *Kanye shrug*. I'm really short 4'9 I have nice deep dimples. My hair is brown and my eyes are hazel. I have a couple of freckles on my nose that are brownish that I got from my mom. Nice thick ass and some C cups but I ain't no slut so you won't see me in no little ass skirt and a tight ass top. Oh and I'm tat tat tatted up

I'm more of a tom boy type you won't catch my ass in no skirts or no dresses Hell No. When I say Tom boy I mean actual boy clothes snap backs the whole thing. These little hoes "Try" to come up to me with their shitty ass fashion tips "You should curl your hair" or "You have pretty legs for a skirt" or "You would look so cute in pink" like bitch please swerve go play in moving traffic. I get talked about hell to the motherfucking yeah I mean I'm different but shit at least I'm me. I mean I get my nails done and I take care of my hair *Sometimes* but I'd rather not have to be judged because I don't give a fuck.

I know you're wondering what about your parents. Well my mom is a basic dead beat don't care bout shit that I do. Does she hit me Naww naww naww that bitch don't wanna dance!! Talk about me N.O.P.E she don't want no heat. That little shit don't even talk to me at all. She don't do shit with me at all she really doesn't care about me she gives me money and signs whatever I need signed but she doesn't talk to me. I mean shit I'm fucking 15 and I have piercings and tattoos. I dress like a fucking boy, shit I once colored my hair orange did she care no she said she liked it and walked away like I said she's a fucking mess. I mean does it not look like I want a little attention not trying to go all white girl nothing.

Now I never met my pops but from what I've heard from some of my aunts he doesn't know I existed because my mom ran away when she found out she was pregnant but oh well life goes on and I no longer give a shit my mom sucks and shit she wants me to be just like her but at least the bitch keep some money in the house and food in the fridge. She got a good job so salute to her. I guess

:: August 5, 2012 : :

It's Saturday so it's basically like tradition for me to go state boarding I put on a Snapback and had my ponytail hanging out in the back I put some curl texture in my hair so it was a curly my bangs hung out and my outfit was simple some Camo's some Retro J's a black "just do it" sports bra and a black Nike jacket. I grabbed a juicy apple before I left the house and I jumped on my skateboard I rode all super nonchalant making it look easy while I ate my apple. Once I stopped at the biggest skate park in California Lake Cunningham Regional skate park. I live right around the corner so it ain't shit to get here. This is basically home I know the staff and shit so I be up in here like I own it.

I said wassup to John the park manager and pulled out my I pod and my Beats turned on "The Zone by The Weeknd and Drake" and run my ass to the biggest ramp going the fastest and hitting a lot of tricks and shit had a some fun. I was skating to the front so I could tell John I was on my way out some tall ass boy with big ass red pimples on his face jumped in front of me making me fall on my ass. I was fucking beyond pissed I was livid I don't fucking like me touching other people who I don't know that just unsanitary. This nigga had the nerve to give me a stank face it's his damn fault. I screamed at the top of my lungs "Bitch watch where the fuck you're going next time you cross me I will make sure you are a fucking dead man walking you gon wish you was dead got it that's what I thought." I was still on the ground and he just walked away.

Ughh I hate the human race at times. I was just about to pull myself up when a caramel colored hand reached in front of me to offer to help me up I went ahead and took it and the owner greeted me by saying "Dudes a dick you ight?" can I say he was fine? I don't even care if I can't he was FINE. From head to toe, Nice big pinkish lips shiny ass teeth that looked like they were just missing the *Ting* sound from the commercials. That caramel skin that was the perfect complexion. Hair pulled back in a ponytail. Big brown eyes man he looked like a dream. As I pulled onto his hand I could feel a current like felling to match his warm ass hands. Whew can I say he was Fine again.

I replied with a simple "Yea I'm coo -" stopping mid-sentence to wait for him to tell me his name. He filled me in "Oh I'm Chresanto you?" I give him a half smirk "Pre'asia" While I dusted off my pants I looked him up and down and announced sarcastically "Either you're my twin for the day or your stalking me" his outfit was kind of similar to mine He had on some Camo shorts and a black "Just do it " pull over hood. He laughed and replied sarcastically "Cute real cute guess I'm your stalker then" I stuck my hand out "Well hello stalker it's very nice to meet you" He gladly shook my hand "Nice to meet you to you'll be seeing me around but a fun fact tip is to not check your closet between 1 - 4 in the morning those are my hours." We both laughed and I rolled my eyes "Whatever Mr. Stalker man" he laughed "You skate?" he said rolling the wheels of his skate board. We were now sitting on the ground in the food court. "Yes boy I'm fabulous but I be skating like a nigga" I said playing with my ponytail. He shrugged nonchalant and sung "I don't believe you" while messing with the bottom of his shoe.

I grabbed my skateboard and ran to the ramp while doing a kick flips and turning back around. I sat down and moved forward to his ear and sang "You feel STALE" I laughed. He shrugged "Blah blah blah Whatever you ight " I laughed "I'm Ight? Boy please I'm Fabulous"he let out a sexy chuckle "Sureeee anyway how did you get these and explain some of these cause I see balloons and im confused" he said pointing at the Tattoo's up my arm. I shrugged shit it can't hurt to explain them I need to explain some of them to myself. I kicked off my shoes and showed him my harry potter tattoo on my feet "This was a quote from the harry potter book and I just could get over I and I love harry potter" on one of my feet it said "I'm not worried harry" and the other said "I am with you" then I showed him my other Harry potter tat on my shoulder that says "Don't pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living and above all those who live without love"

"Not all who wander are lost" Was on my fore arm and then on the top of my left shoulder I had a tattoo that looked like a tiger scratch. I had a couple other little ones that I got with my friend and that's my collection. I got some small plugs too." After I finished Chres had to be all sarcastic "Well I'm sorry Mrs. Rebel but I gotta go home it's dark gimme your phone" I looked at him weird "Okay one minute you're my stalker than you're my robber?" I said handing him my phone. He put his number in my phone and I put mine in his. I snatched my phone back saying "Gimme my damn phone back I'll talk to you later nigga" He laughed and gave me a hug I went ahead and decided not to push it so I hugged back and we went our separate ways.

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   When I got home I went ahead and put on my pajama's the house of course was empty so I ran to my room and blasted my A$AP Rocky CD While I danced all over the house. Yo I was geeked I mean Chres was crazy fine we had a connection and I guess it made me happy to meet someone new that I felt comfortable with. While I was dancing and shit my ringtone went off telling me I had a text. Long story short it was Chres and we texted all damn night until I felt tired ass hell so I text him; "Yo I'm getting ready to give my pillow some head and my bed some ass night night nigga " I laughed at myself. Man I crack myself up Whew 

(A.N All outfit's will be in the External link and there will most likely always be a cute gif on the side that relates somewhat to the story or how I imagine certain parts to look )