𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 [P! Mɪʟᴇs Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs x F! Bʟᴀᴄᴋ Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] > (𝚅𝟷) - 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠．

𝟑ʳᵈ ⇆ Fᴜɴᴋ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ Pᴜɴᴋ ◈

/A/N\ The title has nun to do wit da story, jus because i though it was cool..

Enjoy-;
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I felt a hand on my shoulder, Tf ? I turned to see dat mf touching me and it was Hobart, Hobie my guy
We fists bump then start to talk
I was walking to Miles a bit earlier but he ended bein the one coming.
He stares at Hobie like my guy done sum bad but ay, then suddenly mah future man (Miles) grab me and pull me to a classroom, leavin' mah boy alone "Hey ? Wat bout Hobie ?" I say lookin' at him like he was some superior shii, "Fuck Hobie, come wit me." Why's bro so mad ? I pull my hand away , which was the worst thing i ever done. "Girl. You ain't goin' to spend dat day wit dat nigga so bring yo ass" He started walking to our dorm, like why does he— oh~ my man that don't know he is my man yet is jealous ~? Slay

I follow him and tell him that I'm off for awhile, he sigh in annoyance and nods lazily

I walk in the school, very slowly and carefully but i was so focused on being careful dat I bumped into some girly students "Damn, you pretty, newbie" A girl with dark hair and brown eyes approach me

Alexie, 16, Italian, she/her/hers, nice

There was few mores, Also pretty, honestly.

Jess, 16, Dutch, she/her/hers, lazy

Liam, 17, British, He/him/his, Caring

Sasha, 16, Irish, He/Him/His, Calm

Kiara, 17, Brazilian, She/Her/Hers, Joyful

Maya, 17, Jamaican, She/Her/Hers, Bratty but kind

Wow that's...they are so cool, but my ass is cooler. Like bro you cannot be better than ME, so i'm not DAT amazed. "You look..you ain't bad yourself. I guess." Tryna look cool cause I'm cool. A black hot-stuff come toward me, "You good-lookin', got a man ?" I chuckled. A lil bit, i look at him like he was a superstar and answer "Nah, or do I? Anyways, you can have my numbe' " He looks so silly, i give him my number, and I feel a hand landing on my shoulder. Oop— hum. "Miles ? Whatchu want ?" He looks at me like he was going to kill me, I gulp before turning to the "hotties", i smile awkwardly "Well, ask dat nigga for my numbe', if i still alive t'night.." i point at the black one blondie fine ass, before getting dragged by my #1 fav hot nigga. "First Hobie, now dat random dude ? Who's next, Sir O'Hara ?" I laugh slightly as i hear that "Ya jealous~" i say teasing him obviously, he groaned and entered the dorm with me, throwing me on the bed "Ion wanna see you wit any other nigga than me, ight ?" Damn, his rizz is hotter than the hottest man. Wait wait hol' up... is dat confession or sum ? Cuz omg. "Why ? You ain't my man." Tf y/n ? Of course he is. "Ion care. No other man can have you if it ain't me." God.. lawd.. I'm simpin' hard. He let go and goes to his room, for 2 hours, i decide to draw some random shit, especially Miles.
I hear a noise in the living room so, wanna know ? I went to check. Punching ball, i guess it's for my soon-to-be man. He wasn't here though. I observe the punching shit a bit and decide to go to my room again but i hear Miles stepping in the living room, i turn and see him shirtless. That mf. Shirtless. My brain. Out.
"Hm? Y/N ? Enjoyin' view ?" I can feel him smirk. "The fuck you mean." I replied coldly feeling hot inside but suddenly..
The door open and...

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"Can I get a kiss ?"

637 words. Im sorry.