New York, 1 August
'I love bad bitches
That's my fuckin' problem (Problem)
And yeah, I like to fuck
I got a fuckin' problem (Problem)
If findin' somebody real
Is your fuckin' problem
Bring your girls to the crib
Maybe we can solve it, ay' is what is heard full volume and covered by 6 voices inside a black Range Rover riding down the street of New York
"the fuck you doing all that for! Motherfucker!" the one driving yells, when another car tries to cut off his way by surpassing his.
That's Kevin, perfect braids, caramel skin, diamond earrings, wearing a black hoodie and his brother's Travis Scott's Air Jordans.
Diamontè is really close to him, she actually met him when she was at school, for some reason they both got into trouble that day.
It was the year of grade 7.
They were sitting in front of the door of the principal's office.
She was wearing a big hoodie and baggie jeans, her brunette hair was tied up in a high ponytail and her white converses were not so white anymore.
She was sitting with her legs and arms crossed, with no facial expression.
Kevin was wearing a bright green shirt, black jeans, neon green jordans, and a pair of sunglasses, and a frustrated facial expression.
It was clear neither of them had to be there.
"what you wearing sunglasses for?" Diamontè turned her head to him, to stop hearing the obnoxious ticking of the clock
"who are you to get all in my business for?" Kevin replied, he seemed nervous and stressed
"aight, sorry. I was just tryna make conversation" Diamontè scoffs, who does this boy think he is to talk to me like that, was the first thought that got into her head, but she didn't speak on it, she wasn't that straight forward back then
"The reason why I'm here is also the reason why I'm wearing them" after some moments of silence, Kevin finally spoke, with a final sigh
"And which would that be?" Diamontè questioned, genuinely curious, because being sent to the principal's office and wait for the parents to come to school in 7th grade, means you fucked up big time
"I smoked some weed and the teachers caught me" Kevin told her, Diamontè raised her eyebrows, surprised "it was my brother's. I didn't want him or my sister to find out, I was just curious" Kevin ran one hand between his curly hair, nervously
"You shouldn't have done it. But i'm sure they'll go easy on you" Diamontè tapped his shoulder with one hand, smiling softly "everyone makes mistakes"
"why are you here though?" Kevin asked her, he was more calm than 5 minutes ago now
"I fought some girl in my class who was tryna steal my necklace" Diamontè showed him her chain with a D covered in diamonds on it "it was a present from my mama and my daddy"
"why was she tryna steal it from you?" Kevin looked with admiration at the beauty of the stones on the chain hanging from her neck
"cause some other dumb girl told her that those are real diamonds" Diamontè laughed, and put her necklace back inside her hoodie, hiding it
"and they not?"
"they are, but no one's gotta know" Diamontè whispered "be careful cause now you know one of my biggest secrets"
"you might fight me too or what?" Kevin chuckled, amused by the way she was whispering
"I ain't afraid of nothing" Diamontè chinned up "not even fighting with boys"
