Find Your Love (Bryshere G. Story)

Chapter 1

~Y/N's Pov~

*Alarm Buzzes, 6:30 am*

I woke up, to the sound of that loud ass alarm going off. I slowly slid out of bed, when my feet made contact with the icey cold floor, shivers flew all around my body. I wrapped my covers around me, while I checked my phone.

"Are you going to school with Bryce or me today?" Keke asked with a stank attitude. Can't even let the day get started without having a problem.

"I think Bryce is coming to get me, hold up." I checked my messages.

Pooh Bear ♡ : Goodmorning beautiful, do you want me to pick you up today?

Me : Goodmorning Brycey and yes please, hurry before I kill Chyna ass.

Pooh Bear ♡ : Lol I will babe, don't worry.

My cheeks turned red as a firetruck, I was blushing.

"Um, is he coming or not Y/n damn always being slow?" Keke asked rolling her eyes.

"Yes nigga damn, won't even give me time to get it out. One thing I want you to stop doing is worrying about me. I taken care of so get the fuck on." I snapped going into the bathroom.

"So, damn rude, and don't worry I don't give two fucks about you anyways." Keke shook her head walking out of the room.

"Whatever, dumbass." I mumbled slamming the bathroom door.

As y'all can see me and Keke don't have the best sister relationship or whatever. We just two diffrent people and I don't really care to have a relationship with her. Somethings just arent ment to be, and Keke and I aren't. Nothing I can do to fix her, and there's no way in hell she can fix me. But anyways, I took a shower and did my hygiene then put my outfit on. (Outfits Media)

"Y/N!" My mom Chyna called from downstairs.

"Yes, mom?" I asked.

"Bryce is here." She yelled back.

"Okay, tell him to come up here." I was putting the finishing touches on my make-up, when warm hands wrapping around waist. Yazz's face popped up in the mirror right behind me.

"Hey love." He smiled kissing me on my cheek.

"Hey Yazzy!" I giggled hugging him.

"I got one question (your initial)." He asked pulling away from our hug, looking curious.

"What's up?" I asked sitting on my bed.

"Where yo pants at?" He laughed licking his lips.

I hit him, and laughed. "I was about to put them on, before you asked. Little freak." I told him, as I pulled up my pants.

"Oh okay shawty." He smirked.

Before they came up my thigh he slapped my ass so hard, I was on the verge of tears.

"Fuck, Yazz that hurts it's gonna leave your hand print." I hissed rubbing were his imprint was.

"Exactly, letting them niggas know whose ass this is." He smiled bitting his lip.

"Whatever." I sighed rolling my eyes.

I grabbed my bag, and we went downstairs.

Bryce and I sat down at the table, and we waited to be served by my maid Evelyn. She brought us eggs, bacon, sausages, pancakes, and oatmeal. My dad August begin to say grace and Bryce tried to sneak a piece of his bacon. My mom popped his hand and made him drop it.