Part 2

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Part 2 🤞🏾🥺 again y/n is white bc black ppl dont exist 🤞🏾🥺💖 💕

This one is longer than the last chapter, so I hope u enjoy !! 🥺🥶🤞🏾👹💓💀💘🍎🍅🍓🍊

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I sat on a bench on the rooftop, still trying to get over what happened between me and Jax earlier that day. I could still feel my nosehairs burning from the putrid smell of his breath. He was so fucking nasty but what happened still exhilarated me, despite the fact that he nearly beat me up on days before. Maybe he was in a good mood? I'm not sure.

I shook my head. It was all so confusing, because I hated Jax for beating me up almost everyday, but I still liked him and his shit brown eyes (snot green eyes?). I was conflicted.

I stood up from the bench, feeling a familiar song bubble up my throat. I put my ratbag-like brunette hair into a low ponytail and belted out in song, letting the word tumble out from my throat.

Like a small boat, on the ocean
Sending big waves, into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion

The words felt like honey seeping out my throat. I might as well be Kesha.

And all those things I didn't say
Were wrecking balls inside my brain
I will scream them loud tonight
Can you hear my voice this time?

I wanted to yell at him and tell him how much I wanted him to get hit by plane, but I also wanted to kiss him and taste the pussy of the last bitch he ate out. Globs of tears rolled down my face, as I took a deep breath for the chorus. *It's so confusing*.

THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG
TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG
PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG

I'm not his fucking slave. Slavery is for black people, and I'm white. He doesn't own me. I don't fucking pick cotton.

MY POWER'S TURNED ON
STARTING RIGHT NOW, I'LL BE STRONG
I'LL PLAY MY FIGHT SONG
AND I DON'T REALLY CARE
IF NOBODY ELSE BELIEVES
'Cause I still got
A lotta fight left in me

I caught my breath. I didn't expect so much emotion and power. I went to sit back down on the bench, when I heard someone clapping. A familiar voice sounded across the rooftop.

"That was really good, Y/N!"

Fuck.

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