𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 {𝐯.𝐡.}

𝙩𝙬𝙤

i grab my bow and set up my arrows into my quiver before setting it up on my back. my class stands up in three rows, i walk over to my place in the middle row. on both of my sides i have my friends, nailea and garrett.

"hey miss princess," garrett teases, greeting me.

"shut up, gare," i shoot back, rolling my eyes playfully.

"you tell him! ok, let's get ready," nai adds.

"go!" mr. spencer, the teacher, shouts, then the class releases their arrows. i ended up with a bullseye, nailea and garret were pretty close to one. the rest of the class weren't much better.

"very good, aaliyah." the teacher nods to me, i smile and nod back.

"not surprised," garrett says, nudging me.

"how are you so good at this?" nailea adds, and i shrug.

"i practice a lot."

"probably because you have perfect, pretty eyes and-" garrett murmurs, coughing shortly after.

"hm?"

"nothing."

as i place my second arrow on the bow, i pull on the string, narrowing my eyes to precisely release the arrow in the direction of another bullseye.

"and... go!" as i'm about to release, garrett throws his ass back towards me on purpose, making me shift and miss my shot.

"you bitch." i hiss, though i'm not really angry.

nai, garrett, and i start laughing together and the teacher chuckles. then, the class ends and i put the equipment back.

"great job today, guys." i high-five mr. spencer.

we start walking towards the parking lot where all the parents are waiting and the driver and vinnie are waiting for me.

"garrett, you lowkey have a dumptruck though..." i tell him with a playful smirk, he blushes.

"aaliyah's right, gare." nailea laughs.

"ha! mine's fatter than yours!" he teases, laughing, nailea laughing with him.

"shut up!" is not.

we say our goodbyes and i walk towards my ride. vinnie's nonchalantly leaning against it, waiting for me. he watched me walk over.

"how was it?" he asks, moving to open my door again.

"interesting. my friends are weird."

"odd," he adds, "anyways, we should head back home."

i murmur a small 'yup' before he opens my door for me.

"you really don't need to, vinnie."

"what? i don't want you ruining your new nails. besides, what kind of butl- bodyguard would i be?" he smirks. i simply 'aw' and shake my head at him.

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when we get home, i go straight to my room to change into something more comfortable. when i leave my room, i walk past my dad's office, hearing yelling.

i peek in to try and see what's happening. he's yelling at a man, i assume it's one of his workers.

"um.. what are you doing?" i hear a voice from behind me, making me jump and turn around.

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'mafia' by -vampy-
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anybody get the 'black butler' reference? no? just me?
:c k.
yo. i seriously researched archery so that i could write this.