Princess Treatment (Chlöe/You)

Three

You and Chlöe talked a lot now. After your little gay heart to heart in Mr. Griffin's class, you two had been seen together more frequently. You thought it was a little funny that Chlöe is taller than you. Then again, you always slouched slightly when you walked. You also got to meet her girls who instantly took a liking to you and your voice? You and Normani instantly clicked, mainly because you already knew Lauren and your Cuban goddess of a friend already said that Normani was cool people if I ever came across her,

"I don't like how quickly you clicked with my girls." Chlöe says with an adorable pout making you laugh, "My bad, Chlöe. They seem like cool people forreal." You say quietly. You were wearing a pink crop wifebeater like shirt with a pair of very baggy waterwashed jeans and a matching jean jacket tied loosely around your waist. You also had a pair of darker pink arm warmers and a pair of black air forces with a pair of Supreme boxer briefs. Chlöe was wearing a pair of Nike joggers, her basketball jersey and a pair of white forces,

"You comin to my game tonight?" Chlöe asks softly, leaning on the side of your locker, eying you up and down. You bit your lip, placing your bag in your locker, "I don't know, Chlöe. Loud places ain't my thing forreal." You muttered while ruffling your afro that slightly covered your eyes. Chlöe tilts her head before gently grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her, "For me?" She asks, "I wanna see you there." You felt your face heat up and a dull ache in...

Well, you know,

"I can try and be there. No promises though." You say quietly before closing your locker. Chlöe hums, "I guess I'll accept that answer. I gotta go to practice though, take notes for me?" Before you could answer, Chlöe was already walking away. You huffed quietly, not knowing how to react to this situation. On one hand, you want to go and support Chlöe as you two have a growing friendship, but on the other hand, you hated loud spaces, tight spaces, crowed spaces, that's a triple homicide at the point. Just then, your home girl, Lauren, rounded the corner. Lauren is the captain of the softball team,

"Mm, if it isn't lover girl, still tryna get in Ms. Chlöe "slim thick" Bailey's lace?" You rolled your eyes, "Fuck off, Lauren." Lauren giggles, "You going to the game tonight? To support your new boo?" She asks. You shrugged, "She said she wanted me to be there, but I don't know." Lauren raises an eyebrow, "Bitch, go!" She says. You sucked your teeth, "You know me, Lauren." You and Lauren had been friends since your elementary days and Lauren knew first hand how bad your anxiety is.

Lauren nods, "Just go with me, Normani and Halle. We'll be beside you cuz if Chlöe asked you PERSONALLY to come see her play, you gotta be there. Chlöe don't just ask anybody, ask Normani and Halle." She says. You sighed quietly, "Let me ask my mom." You mumbled before walking with Lauren to your class.
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Bailey

Chlöe takes a deep breath. With the ball slightly above her head, she flicks her wrist, smiling softly when she makes the three pointer. She had her earbuds in, blasting Beyoncé and tuning everybody out. She ran back to the ball to grab it, only to be stopped by Megan, "Hey, hottie." She greets with a smirk. Chlöe nods, not responding to her best friend and grabbing her ball, "So, a little birdie told me that you invited Y/n to watch your game." Megan states as Chlöe took her earbuds out, "That lil caucasian ass bird need to mind ha business." Chlöe instantly says. Megan snorts, "Ima tell Normani you said that bout ha bae too. But, girl. You really feelin this girl." She says, watching Chlöe made another free throw,

"It's not like that." Chlöe mutters as Megan ran to get the ball back to throw it to the light skin girl, "What's it like then? Cuz you closed off, hottie. You only associate with a select few people and Y/n wasn't on your list. At least not to my knowledge."

Swish

"If Normani knows her, she's cool people." Chlöe says simply. Megan ran to get the ball again, "Ok, but you're literally with this girl, all in the hallways, smilin n shit, frien. You can't tell me that you not feelin nothin, I been your best friend for way too long!" She says, throwing the ball at Chlöe chest making the shorter girl quickly catch it, "Ok, so what if I do feel something for her? I'm not going to pursue her, I'm tryna make it into the WNBA. I don't need distractions, this is my last year." She says,

Swish!

Megan frowns, "Chlöe... are you still hurt?" She asks quietly. Chlöe freezes up and glares at Megan, "No fuckin shit, Megan. Now hop off my dick." She snaps angrily before going to grab the ball herself. Megan just looks at her best friend with sad eyes.

A/n
Soooo, I have references‼️

Your hair in locs^^

Your afro^^

Your exact outfit/aesthetic^^

Buh bye