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S O P H I A
Saturday
Come to the skating rink with me tonight?
Read 7:00PM
I look over my closet to see if I even have an outfit before replying to Zae. I had a white Yagi sweatsuit I haven't worn. Guess I'm going.
Sure. What time should I be ready?
Read 7:06PM
I'll come swoop you at 8.
Read 7:08PM
I like his message before locking my phone. Going into the bathroom I turn on the shower to start getting ready. I didn't have much time he'd be here in less than an hour. I mentally thank myself for installing a 22in U-part wig earlier on my head earlier today so I didn't have to do much but touch up my hair when I got out the shower and do some light makeup.
After doing everything I needed to do to get ready I apply some clear lipgloss to my brown lined lips and take a step back from the mirror to admire myself. I looked pretty damn good. Pulling out my phone I take a couple of pictures and videos. As I look over the pictures I just took, Zae texts me letting me know he was outside. I spray some perfume all over before grabbing my keys.
"Running the streets again?" My mother said as I passed the kitchen
"Better than being in cooped up in this prison all day." I mumbled
"Only god knows what you are doing out there." My mom said
"I won't be back till late." I said before walking out the door
She does this every time I leave the house. I don't even go out like that anymore due to my busy ass schedule. I wasn't in the mood to go back and forth with her so I just left it.
"You looking good." Zae smirked as I got in the car
"Thank you." I smiled
"I didn't think you'd come out with me." He said driving off
"I figured it be better then sitting in the house for the night." I shrugged
"Well I'm happy you came." He smiled at me "Foreal."
I return the smile and he focuses back on the road. The ride there was pretty quiet. we made small talk about our days and a little bit about what's going on in my life.
