in which billie gets admitted into a reform school to atone for her crimes, but is unexpectedly arriving right in the middle of a roaring gang rivalry - one that paints the entire school in blood.
"repeat after me, baby. jahseh, 'god said.' from t...
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—𝐉𝐀𝐇𝐒𝐄𝐇
"fuck, wait," billie said upon her announcement about the limo. her eyes darted down to her outfit and her demeanor shifted from joyful to self conscious. she groaned and blew a breath out. "i definitely forgot that we were going to main event. i'll have to change out of this dress."
"why? the dress is cute?" i protested. to be fair, i had never seen billie like this and i was absorbing every moment. i'd be lying if i said that my dick didn't twitch every time i looked at her body in the dress. she was out of her element, for sure, but she was beautiful.
"it's cute but i'm not about to be running around main event in a frilly pink dress, or anywhere for that matter. that was a one-time thing, and that was for y'all's eyes only," she pointed her fingers at the rest of us that were still in here—myself, her, xyla, quinnley, ski, ashley, kaydence, jaylen and ashley—and widened her eyes, silently telling us not to go running her mouth about her wearing a dress. "now if you'll excuse me," her eyes were back on mine. "i'm gonna change my clothes. y'all give me like five minutes."
she walked past me and out of the rec room, and i couldn't resist the urge to watch her leave.
"this nigga x gonna cry 'cause she changing her clothes," ski laughed as he joked to jaylen, but i shook my head.
"shut up nigga, nobody's fucking crying. what i want to figure out is how the hell y'all got a limo to st. george of all places."
"nigga that shit is pricy, it's like two hundred an hour," ski responded.
"and which one of y'all niggas is paying for that? 'cause none of y'all got money for real," i asked skeptically.
"don't worry about who's paying for it, bro," ashley said. "all you need to worry about is having a good time. we're finna get in this limo and play our asses off at main event, then go to the strip and see some ass," he sung the last part, doing a little dance in anticipation. i could only laugh at ashley. he was my closest friend besides ski, and he was just a crazy ass white boy with energy that anyone would love to be around. if i wanted to be stuck in st. george with anybody, it would be him, and i'm happy that he's here to celebrate my birthday with me.
i had downed another piece of cake by the time that billie came back, and when she did, i found myself admiring her once again.
