After the storm || Prowler miles morales x Afro-Latina oc||

{Chapter 4}- jealousy

                        ꧁༺"Telepatía"༻꧂

Amari's phone buzzed, She groaned tiredly, she got home at around ten yesterday. She was tired from everything yesterday, especially when she entered her dorm and was greeted by Miles in the kitchen, it was as if he was waiting for her, she just rolled her eyes and bolted to her room, feeling Miles' stare burning into the sides of her head. She was trying her best to stay away but could what Imani said be true? After all she wasn't the ugliest person alive.

She picked up her phone to see a text from an unknown number. It read, "Wsg Ma, it's Amir," Her face lit up seeing the text, and a dopey smile formed on her face as she quickly unlocked her phone and texted back. Wait, this is my best friend's brother. She thought. Every show or movie about this topic that she's watched, the best friend always has a problem with this. I'm not one of those basic girls on those shows. She shrugged, and continued to text back.

Amir🤭

Amir
Wsg, It's Amir

Me
Heyyy

Amir
You trynna go out w me? At the mall, at like 2?

Me
Fs

Amir
Ight' see you then
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      She had woken up at 12, later than usual, which made sense since she had so much on her mind yesterday. Especially what Imani told her, it had lingered in bear head all night. She walked over to her bathroom, the walls were white with painting hung up, the floor was white tile. The counter was black marble, there was a bath in the corner, it was pretty big. Her mother had payed for the best rooms on campus. The bathroom reeked of lavender.

      She took off each piece of clothing, one by one, lastly she took off her bonnet, her long locs falling below her butt. She started the warm water as she got everything ready. She took out a towel, folded it and put it on top of the toilet seat. She turned off the water when the water almost touched the edge. She dipped foot in first, the water was comforting to the touch. She then put her whole body in the water, the warm water engulfed her whole.

      She sighed in relief, she needed this. She grabbed her body wash and her loofah, squirting the body wash onto the loofah and ruffling it up, she rubbed the loofah all over her body, cleaning every curve and mark on her body. She looked over at her razor that was on a shelf just arms length above the bath. I haven't shaved in a few days she thought as she grabbed the razor.

      She grabbed her shaving gel, putting the razor back on the shelf, and put some on her hands, lathering it all over her legs. She grabbed her razor again and started to shave, holding her looser skin so that she wouldn't get cut. She washed off the dirty razor in the water, she then put it back on the shelf. She ran her hands through her legs to make sure she didn't miss a spot, thankfully she didn't.

     She needed something to exfoliate after, she grabbed her body scrub, opened the lid and lathered it all over her, she tensed up to the uncomfortable texture but she had to, that's how you get clean. After scrubbing everywhere, she rinsed it off in the water. She stood up from the tub, almost slipping. She muttered angrily in Haiti. She only speaks Haitian Creole when she is furious.

"Basen estipid," (Stupid bathtub) She muttered. If I don't get a word right please forgive me I do not speak Haitian Creole and I'm not trying to be disrespectful in any way.