so hey, remember when you said your boyfriend wasn't into black girls?
Meredith stared down at the picture and text from Chris's number, trying to comprehend what was happening. That stupid ghetto girl from chemistry class? Seriously? Why would anyone want to spend time with her instead of having the privilege of buying a new outfit for the leader of the most fashionable clique in school?
There was a bloop as a new text popped up.
Edit: whoops, meant to say ex-boyfriend. He's done working himself to death for you and getting nothing but disrespect in return. See you on Monday!
[This number has blocked you.]
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Menagerie: A BWWM Picture Collection
RomanceA collection of BWWM pictures paired with stories of 200 words or less. Picture submissions and ideas are welcome.