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𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 is a reckless, Beverly Hills queen bee who gets dopamine highs from getting wasted, preying on innocent people, and having a criminal record thicker than the seventh Harry Potter book. The motivation behind th...
<><><> SOTC: HEATSEEKER by $WERVE, Ethan Ross, and CAIRO!
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I froze in position, gasping air out of my dropped jaw and my eyes large at the window between Sienna and I's beds.
Where a human male just fell a whole story out of.
OH MY GOD WHAT IF I KILLED HIM?
Suddenly, I kicked into action full-throttle. I scrambled out of my position and burst out the door. Nightfall had come, leaving no one visible as I ran down the stairs and out the front door, blood pumping through me. The lamposts across the street helped me not to step on the various things in the yard splotched with grass to the back of the house.
A guy shifted side to side of his back near the exterior of the house.
"Son of Allah," he groaned out in a strangled breath.
HOLY SHIT, HE'S ALIVE!
I clasped my heart, a thousand pounds of sheer terror skyrocketing off my shoulders.
Now that he's alive—
"I- I-I-" I stuttered out, smacking my mouth when it finally hit me that I didn't know if this man was a creep.
Or...
Fuck, fuck, fuck— what if I nearly just killed a family friend looking for Sienna?!
OH MY GOD WHAT IF I NEARLY KILLED SIENNA'S BOYFRIEND?!
It was then that I registered his face scrunched in extreme confusion, his dark eyes squinting at me and lips tight.
And that he was freaking beautiful.
Dark brown eyes pierced my soul in the swiftness his slightly bearded jawline could slice a whole cutting board. His wife beaters and grey sweatpants emphasized his carmel complexion, most notably his defined muscles. A red and white checkered scarf wrapped around his head, hiding his hair yet accenting his piercings. The remains of the lengthy voluminous scarf came down his large chest.
"Bitch, I am not gonna fuck you," he finally said.
"What?" I wheezed, thinking I had gone into shock before I realized he actually said that.
"Cause Fedor didn't tell me he was gonna have a hookup over. Plus I don't do that shit anymore, you feel me?" the guy explained, cringing as he brought his leg to his chest. "So go hop on a dick you do know."
"What the frick— NO!" I shrieked, my eyes about to shoot out my head. "And that was a girl's bedroom!"
His brows furrowed. "So you ain't even Sienna's friend? Girl, who the hell are you?"
"Who the hell are you?" I gasped.
"How do you not know who I am? There is one school all The Block kids go to, and ain't nobody here homeschooled," the guy said. "Stop playing dumb."
"Who are The Block kids?" I gasped.
He looked at me like I just told him my dog stepped on a bee.
"Listen, I don't know why you're up in Sienna's bedroom because you clearly don't live here, but let me give you the info. This street is called The Block. All the jailbirds to ever be on the street named it. Okay, this is the ghetto in simple terms," he explained. "So go home, saltine cracker."
"Actually, uhm.." I trailed off.
"Girl, I called you a saltine cause you're white, not because I'll eat you."
"I live here!" I blurted.
His eyes slit faster than an eagle's. "Did you just say you live here?" he exclaimed.
"Yes, and I've barely been here an ho—"
"You know what? Fuck it. Fedor's not getting a visit cause my ass is leaving. I've had enough weird shit happen to me today." He slowly lifted himself off the ground off his hands. "Goodbye, saltine."
"Wait!" I called after him.
But he was already storming off, cursing under his breath until he was out of sight.
This is the dude (anyone know what this scarf style is called? Let me know in the comments)
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