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Chapter Seven: Mimeomia and Monachopsis 1.2

{A/n: Mimeomia is defined as  the frustration of knowing how easily you fit into a stereotype and Monachopsis refers to the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.}

"Princess Peach" the name fell off Jordan's lips tormenting Seraya again, Mariah was enjoying every second of it, giggling every time Seraya would get upset. Genuinely she told Jordan to stop but she knew that it would be pointless, it was harmless anyway. Seraya had been enjoying the attention secretly, true she wished that her stuck up rich girl stereotype wasn't the topic but at least this... beautiful homo-sapien... it was that bad, she really couldn't find proper words to describe him, was talking to her.

Seraya's Pov

After facing another day of school, barely talking to Yohan, as though it was going to make a difference, Mariah and I were going to my house to start compiling our project. The same one that Chris and Tjay had so conveniently chosen to ignore up until I don't know when. Stepping outside, I saw her immediately run to some guy, whose back was turned, and without him turning around she struck up conversation. He was tall, as high as about six and a half feet, definitely towering over Mariah who stood a good foot below him. Having the most beautiful skin a deep shade of brown, in contrast to Yohan's lighter caramel shade. The hair on his head in dreads, complimentary to his looks and physique.

By the time he looked back at me, I realized that I had only been standing and looking, more like staring, at this...this beautiful homo-sapien... did I really just think that?

Beyond me and my mental sputtering, were now two confused people staring at me as if I had just stepped out of a UFO, the male's gaze a bit more alienated, especially since I'd stood in the same position and stared for the duration of their entire conversation. To the point where I complete missed Mariah introducing me non-verbally and him turning his head to acknowledge me. They were both facing me, watching as I awkwardly waved and trodded slowly toward the black 2016 Cadillac CTS AWD, the car brand I only noticed because Simon drives a similarly modelled escalade when he picks me up. I got inside the car after Mariah had made light conversation, revealing our names to each other and conducting a proper introduction. The seats were a beige-brown colour that borderline resembled peanut butter.

I was impressed but quickly let that go as my mother's voice rang in my ear saying that the only way people like them could afford luxury was if they were athletes, rappers or drug dealers. I never really paid her any mind, I know that her and dad grew up in the 'hood' as well, so it was a contradictory statement, she really can be a walking oxymoron sometimes.

I listened in on their conversations, only occasionally inputting myself to tell Jordan where to go. We got off the highway and were making our way to the street that led up to my house. As soon as Jordan saw the huge gates he was visibly  uncomfortable, especially in contrast to what his demeanour looked like before. He waited for the gates open up, which I controlled from my phone, and slowly drove inside. He almost resembled someone getting pulled over by the police, unsure of what his next move would be.

My parents knew that Mariah would be coming over today and so I wouldn't be surprised if my mother pulled out her baking apron and had become a slave to the kitchen in an attempt to make the house seem homely. Though she'd be severely out of practice, No one has been to our house as my company in years, I was shocked when she had allowed me to let Mariah come over. The alternative being me having to go to the other side of town could be a factor too, but I'll ignore that. I knew that Jordan was now going to have to be introduced to mother dearest, coming home with in the backseat of some boy's car? Of course that wouldn't do. Especially if he was suspected to be no less than a thug. I sighed and got ready to face what was coming, I threw on a false sense of rich girl pride like Tyler Perry put on his grey wig. If I knew anything, it was that for you to know somebody? You have to pretend they know You, whoever it is that they thought you were. My uncle Keith taught me that, I'd need it for what was coming my way, I didn't even know that yet.

I gathered my things as we exited the car, adjusting my uniform to what my mother thought I left the house in, knee length inches of fabric gently nipping my calves as I walked in the breeze. I used my keys to let us in and ushered Mariah and Jordan inside, they looked tense. It was as if you put a fish on land and expected it to pick up two legs and walk, and they wouldn't even believe that I felt the same way. I felt like I never fit.

"Damn princess peach" Jordan exclaimed, "This is  all You?, nice ass crib". He'd said the something similar when we pulled up and I mumbled a shy thank You, almost ashamed of what they were gonna meet on the inside. "Thank you Jordan" I said. "Y'all um, Y'all can get comfortable here, let me go find my mom and change into something more comfortable before I carry Y'all on up to my room, Y'all want anything? Water? Snacks?" I was a misfit, but it didn't mean I did have hospitality.

"Nah we good peach" Jordan said, "I'm actually boutta head out, Riah, lemme know when you wanna dip" him and Mariah stood up and gave each other a side hug before he turned to me and said "nice meeting you princess". "Can I walk you out?" I asked, again being hospital, I definitely wasn't attracted to this man, if he even was one, he could be a thug for all I know. "Yeah princess, I might fuck around and get lost in this joint" he replied and I led him out the same way we  came in, only making conversation when we were at the door. "Peach, lemme see yo' phone real quick" he said. "Why?" I asked, "girl  lemme get your number, in case, you know, Riah's phone dies"

"Mm I guess" I said, before taking out my phone and giving it to him. " see that wasn't so hard, was it?" He smirked, before quickly saving his number and returning my phone. "I'mma see you around princess" he said opening the door, "mhm" I hummed, honestly not being able to say much else, "see you later Jordan" I finally mustered, "Yeah, definitely" he said chuckling.

"Well isn't he great company?" I heard the ice cold syllables uttered behind me.

Of course, she was here.

Hey y'all, I'm still on hiatus, but here's a lil sumn, love Y'all muah<3

~Trish