"I don't know what I'm gonna do", My best friend stresses
I watch as she paces up and down the room, "Try calming down"
"I can't" She groans
Yesterday aunt Rita saw Jasmine at Burger King with Asher and had a lot of questions for her when she got home, I got here last night and its all shes been stressed about. I sit her down so that I can finish straightening her hair, "Jaz you're eighteen. This was to be expected at some point-
"That's not the point. You know what my moms like, she'll want to meet him and pester him. I mean what if she scares him away?!"
"Relax ok? Let's just go out and enjoy our dinner, I mean you'll be the one enjoying and I'll be third wheeling but I promised to make it up to you so..."
She sighs, "D you don't have to"
"No I do, I've been a real bitch recently and I feel horrible"
Today we're going out for dinner.... With Asher. It's not really ideal but it should be fine since today they won't be lovey dovey, Jasmines just gonna warn him most of the time. And one thing that Jaz is definitely gon do is ramble, she does that when she's nervous.
But anyways for out outfits we've gone with leather pants and some Jordan's only my pants are black and hers are brown, then for the top a cropped knitted jumper for Jaz and an oversized white tee for me.
My favourite part is probably my hair though
Claw clip goes with everything
"Fine. But do you promise to interrupt if I start rambling?"
I pat her shoulder, "Definitely"
My phone then buzzes
Treyton:Dakota
Me: Treyton
Treyton: I'm sorryI frown
Me: Wdym
Treyton: For how I was yesterday. Ik I seemed like I was in a mood
Me: it's fine, you weren't that bad
Treyton: I'm gonna make it up to you
Me: by doing what?
Treyton: Dw
Me: Well then I don't look forward to it"What's more important than you straightening my hair right now", My best friend interrupts
The three dots on messages appear before turning into Treyton's response.
Treyton: Yeah right
I smile and Jasmine scoffs, "Dakota"
I look up "Huh, what?-.... Oh, right"
She narrows her eyes at me through the mirror, "Is that Khalil"
I snort as I run my hands through her hair, "Girl be fucking for real"
She then gasps, "Treyton"
Instead of replying I drag the straightener down her hair, "Oh my God it is!-
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Teen FictionDakota Moore's been through it all, her mom left when she was fourteen and her dads been abusing her since she was fifteen. She meets Treyton at one of her shifts at work and he takes an interest, however she continuously brushes him off because she...