Stay Down

Chapter 3

*picture of taylor(left) ava(right)

Red-
I woke up the next morning so hungry. I forgot my mama had to be to work at 6:30 and that's why I didn't smell no breakfast. I got up, wrote the number off my hand down, hoped in the shower, brush my teeth and got dressed in an all white tee, all white Levi's and all white colhans. I went in my stash and counted all my money. I been saving for years now and I'm actually getting some where. So far I have 500,000 saved up. I decided I wanted to go out to eat this morning but I didn't have nobody to go with. I remembered the thick ass girl from last night and went to my dresser for the small piece of paper I wrote her number on. I text her to see if she wanted something to eat. She said she did and I told her I would pick her up in bout 20 minutes. I finished counting my money and left the house. I drove for about 15 minutes before I pulled up to her house. She lived in a nice size apartment.

Ava-
"Girl guess who wanna take me out", I damn near yelled tapping on Taylor thigh. "Who?", she said nonchalantly. She been acting real stank with me since last night, I don't know what I did to her but then again she's always like this. "The fine ass boy from last night", I said excited. "Oh that's cool", she said. I figured she was feeling some type of way about God knows what so I just decided not to say shit else to her. I went upstairs in our small apartment we shared. I had no idea what I wanted to put on for my date. I just decided to put on my halter top and I thought about Taylor's all white skinny jeans that would go perfect with this top. "Taylor can I borrow some jeans" I yelled down the stairs. "I don't care, leave me alone", she yelled back. I swear sometimes that b* has the worse attitude. I put on her jeans and some big bamboo silver earrings with my silver and white wedges. I put my hair in a small ponytail at the top with the back hanging. I sprayed on some sweet perfume and waited on him to call. As soon as I was finished getting ready I heard the doorbell. "Who is it?", I yelled coming down the stairs. "It's me", a familiar voice on the other side of the door said. I opened the door and let him in. "I'll be right back, I have to grab something", I said. "I'm ready", I said walking back in the living room. Taylor sat there the whole time not saying anything until I got ready to walk out the door. "My jeans look good on you", she said sarcastically. This b*. If I didn't know any better I would think she said that on purpose. I just kept walking.