"Get the fuck up, Jazmine! You're gonna be late hoe!" my roommate Kent shouted as he entered my room. I grabbed the pillow from under my head and threw it at him but he caught it.
"I swear I'll kill you one day!" I shouted back at him. He threw the pillow back at me and walked out.
"Don't make me come back in there, bitch." he said as he continued down the corridor.
Urghhh, I hate work. Well let me rephrase, I don't hate it, I just wish I didn't have to go some days. Today was one of those days.
I reluctantly dragged my body off the bed and into the bathroom. I stood in the mirror and observed my features. My curly black hair tangled and wild, I lifted it out my face revealing my slim and long face. I moved closer to the mirror and examine my face for any sign of pimples or spots. My hazel brown eyes scanned carefully over my face making sure there were no blemishes. I pride myself on having super clean skin.
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Jazmine.
"You're perfect hoe, now get ready." Kent said as he stands in the doorway or the bathroom.
"Privacy is a myth in this house I've realized." I say looked at him through the mirror. He shrugged but doesn't leave and he won't. He's like my best friend/mother/boss all in one handsome body.
"What are you doing today?" I asked him while I brushed my teeth.
"Working from home. I'm not feeling to go in today." he said nonchalantly.
"Oh I'm NoT fEeLiNg To Go In ToDaY." I said, mocking him. He flipped me off and chuckled.
"I told you to come work with me but noooo you wanna be miss independent." he said.
"Well I don't want to work for my best friend's rich family business. I wanna make it on my own." I stated.
"Yeah yeah but Jazzy, you haven't even tried. You prefer to serve people burnt chocolate." he said. He did have a point, I never tried to apply at his job.
"I told you a thousand times, coffee isn't burnt chocolate." I laughed. He dismissed me with a wave of his hand and slipped out the room.
I showered, fixed my hair in a high bun and got dressed. As I was fixing my hair in the mirror, my phone pinged with a message I got everyday from a cheesy app I downloaded. It read 'The Only Missed Chances Are The Ones Not Taken'. I read it over and over and over.
"OK fuck it, I'm going but you're taking me." I said as I walked into the kitchen where Kent was making breakfast. And by breakfast I mean cereal cause that man can't cook.
He smiled and nodded while shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.
"Why do you eat so messy?" I asked him with a disgusted look on my face.
