Ashley ✓

Fifteen | Honey

SOTC: all the good girls go to hell by Billie Ellish

I tilted my body to the right to find her.

Jordyn supported her slant with the edge of the sink, crossing her arms against a SHEIN black tank emphasizing large breasts. Red short shorts paired with them along with Coco-Cola flip flops.

Though I see why Mustafa picked this girl to hook up with. Everything including her face somehow made her enviously attractive in a place like this.

"You're lucky I know you a pussy, bitch, being all shy and shit like a little white girl. Especially cause I don't got my best friends with me right now."

I froze in position, fixating on a corner of the sink when I found those same, incinerating eyes she held for me.

Except she was now just two feet away from me now.

Damn it, damn it, damn it.

The needle-like sensation in my skin as I avoided her gaze kept making me squeeze my palm against the sink with more pressure.

"Sheeet, I knew you wouldn't even look at a bitch!"

I didn't move my position.

"Alright, this'll be easy, Ashlyn or whatever the fuck is you." Jordyn clapped her hands together, her acrylics sounding out upon contacting. "Okay, bitch?"

I nodded, and she began:

"I don't know why the fuck Mustafa be acting the way he acting— dropping basketball, his friends, and all his girls and shit and becoming anti-social. Especially you cause you ain't been here, so I'll tell you, bitch: I'm his main hoe, and it gonna stay like that."

I closed my eyes, exhaling.

"So you do the right thing next time you see Mustafa, bitch. The right fucking thing or I won't care if your ass from Baltimore cause I'll fuck your shit up! You ask them girls I get in a motherfuckin' fight with, they all know my best friends come after them, too, and you don't wanna see my best friends besides class, girlie, NAH!"

I opened my eyes again as she concluded:

"Now that I know you know and you're scared, we done here, honey?"

A squint took over my eyelids as a smile grew across my face.

Then I chuckled.

A gasp escaped Jordyn as my reaction attacked my lungs. I gripped the sink to stabilize myself as I attempted to string together a, "Sorry, I—" But I continued laughing.

"What's so funny, bitch?" Violence sank through the depths of her vocals.

"You are so cute!" I exclaimed, turning my head to her as Jordyn's stupid lip curl free-fell to semi-parted lips as I continued with, "You think I'd fuck your leftovers?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Why would I want to be the main hoe of a guy who chooses a bitch who gets dread extensions colored like red Fun-dip and 2.99 Walmart flip flops?"

Jordyn's shout echoed through the bathroom. "EXCUSE ME?"

I scoffed. "Oh, she's deaf, too?"

"GET YOUR FISTS UP, BIT—"

Before she finished, I lunged towards her and clasped her shoulder, driving my fist into her solar plexus. Jordyn cried out as I pinned her against the sink, her head going against the large mirror.

"A little birdie told me— actually, I heard it from some pubescent boy-looking girl named Iona Hill, aka your 'best friend', in the hall— you were one fight incident away from expulsion. Isn't that convenient?"

Jordyn clutched her stomach, coughing like a smoker trying to regurgitate tar from the lungs' exterior.

"And if I come to the office crying out how Jordyn Abbott and her cute little sorority group rocked my shit, then you can't be the best main hoe to your man, right?"

When her gaze finally focused upwards to view me in the mirror, I finished with:

"Now that I know you know and you're scared, we done here, honey?"

Then I let her go and left the bathroom after a swing of the door.