ᥫ᭡.
"ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two people hate each other, until they realize it wasn't hate it was just built up love.
𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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"ma'am ya son really a woman beater i don't care." mariah huffs as fab braids her blonde hair into box braids. fab smacks her teeth, "please tell me you lyin mari."
it was the day after the whole thing between mariah and darrian and they had been on each others throat's since. it was weird to all of their friends since the day before they were actual acknowledging each other's presence decently.
they had just come back from school and mariah had bumped into amirr who had acted like nothing happened between them but that didn't faze the girl because he asked her out.
when school had finished mariah had litteraly blabbered to her mom on how her long lived crush had asked her out which led them to now, fab braiding her hair quickly but neatly.
"nah he slapped me last night cause i didn't tell him why i was here fo. and i was lie, if you know why i'm here why does he need to know anything?" she recalls her previous words.
fab felt herself get mad because she could tell just by the younger girl's tone she wasn't joking.
now she knew the two didn't like each other but she never imagined her son putting his hands on a girl she had made very clear was like her own daughter.
this irked her so bad. so she decided to humiliate him, right in front of mariah's face.
"darrian fucking jimenez!" fab yelled as she pulled away from mariah's blob of half curly hair the other parted half filled up with long blonde braided hair.
the lightskin girl purses her lips together to surpass laughter cause she didn't know what fab was gonna do but she knew whatever it was gonna be, it was gonna me good.
the sound of darrian's footsteps come downstairs and mariah felt herself already laughing even thought she wasn't. "yeah ma?" he was basically fresh outta bed, his curly hair out for once and not in a strained pony tail with him only clothed in pajama pants with a wife beater.
