I see him every now and then. He my type honestly. The way he stays to himself and minds his business intrigues me greatly.
He never wears the same thing twice. Even under his hoodie there's a fresh cut waiting for me to see. I catch myself staring every time.
"Why you eyeing that corrupted soul?"
I snapped out of my own trance to find my friend Jayla beside me, adjusting her bra strap tighter.
I sucked my teeth, rolled my eyes before landing them on her.
"What you know bout that boy and why you ain't tell me?"
Jayla sighed so damn extra, calls herself walking away from an important question.
Straight followed her ass.
"Jayla if you don't speak up, next time I see that man I will speak!"
She abruptly turned around to me, causing me to bump into her and stumble back. She slit her eyes at me and made an annoyed form with her lips.
"Girl he is bad news, that's it.. I'm saving you the trouble, Leilani.. seriously"
"Okay. I hear you, Jay"
".. But do you understand"
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Solid Bitch Intentions
Non-FictionLeilani sees good in all, even in the ones with a history of having the devil linger beside them.
