Gabrielle Morgan
It's seven am on a Tuesday morning and I'm just now getting up. I rub my eyes before going to the bathroom to do my business and shower.
I wrap my hair in a bun before stepping into the shower. I wash myself multiple times before getting out and walking to my closet.
Since the weather has been acting funny these past couple of days, I'm just going to go with a black crop top with leggings and a cardigan.
I slide my black socks on before putting my Yeezy foam runners on. I spray perfume and add jewelry before doing my hair.
I re-flat iron my hair and do my edges before swooping some behind my ear. I spray some oil sheen on before standing and taking a picture in front of the mirror.
I unplug the flat iron then gather my bag and phone before exiting my room and going downstairs.
I open the fridge and get a blue Gatorade and a water bottle out before moving onto the pantry and getting a granola bar.
I'm just going to eat it on the way to Enzo's house.
His car stopped working last week so he's just been catching rides with me until he gets it back. I honestly enjoy spending morning time with him.
All we really do it sing along to music with the windows rolled down and stop at Starbucks and get drinks every morning.
So I would say at least we're doing something productive with our timing.
I get in the car and immediately look for a song. The song Free Mind by Tems comes on.
I back out the driveway while nodding my head and singing the lyrics as I make my way to Enzo's mansion.
The shit is big as hell. I'm not even joking.
Like you could put my two story house inside his. Literally.
•••
I'm now parking my car in his driveway. The distance from our houses are about a fifteen minute drive. Not that long but long too.
Me: Come on snow roach🙄.
Enzo🧸: That's just rude🙄.
Me: Oh well. Now come on so we can get Starbucks😁.
Enzo🧸: I'm coming alright.
I roll my eyes before putting my phone down and thumping my fingers along to the music.
A little after five minutes he's out the door sporting a blue New York Yankees crewneck with a white t-shirt underneath and grey Nike sweats with some Air Force 1s.
He's also wearing an all white New York Yankees cap.
Man is it just me or is he looking a little too fine? Nah probably just me.
"Alright let's go so I can get my coffee." He speaks as he gets inside the car. I roll my eyes before backing out and getting onto the main road.
"You just get straight black coffee dude. You're not missing anything important. Trust." He rolls his eyes before pushing my head sideways.
"Hey! You just abused someone who could easily flip this car into this ditch." I speak as I hit his stomach with my fist.
He groans before chuckling. "You wouldn't dare because you love your car to much to do that." He groans out.
He's right. But would I let him know that he's right? Nah.
He smirks before taking my phone up and flipping through my playlist before clicking on one.
The song Spread Thin by Mariah The Scientist plays. He turns the volume up before we both get into a singing battle.
•••
I'm now pulling into the school. I park in the back of the lot and get out, Enzo following right behind as he sips his drink.
I don't understand how he can drink straight black coffee. No sugar or creamer in it at all. Just black.
Me on the other hand got a mango dragon fruit and it is the best thing I've ever had.
I also got a berry trio parfait. I think the first time I had this was when I got picked up from school early by my dad and brother and we went there to get something sweet.
That was the last memory of my dad and brother.
Enzo holds the door open for me, snapping me out of my head. I smile at him before walking the halls and to my locker.
I unlock the lock before setting it in Enzo's sweats pocket as his hands are full holding my food and his drink.
I get my math textbook out along with my English one. Today we have a test in English and I'm going to study first thing when we get there.
I know I should've studied last night but I forgot my book in my locker and didn't feel like getting out of my bed to come get it.
So now here I am, studying in the middle of the hallway as we walk to Enzo's locker and to class.
"If you would've studied like I told you, you wouldn't be about to bump into trash cans Gabby." A voice speaks as I feel hands grab my arm, moving me aside.
"Yeah well I left my book here–as you can tell–and didn't feel like coming back to get it." I shrug as I continue to read through Romeo and Juliet's script.
"You could've asked to use my notes and book. But no, you wanted to be stubborn and say you'll do it first thing in the morning." He sighs.
"Well I'll still do good. So it doesn't matter."
"Wanna bet?" I look up at him to see him with a smirk.
"Bet what?" I question as I look at him. His smirks widens before he leans against his locker.
"Well if you score higher than me on this test, then I'll give you a hundred bucks." He reveals.
With a brow raised I nod. "Alright and if I don't score higher than you then what. What do you want?"
That had him cheesing. "I want you to take me with you when you schedule another hair appointment and I get to choose the style between the two that you want."
White boy said what?
"Excuse me what?" I almost choke on my drink. "Why would you want that?"
"I don't know." He shrugs. "I just want to see how they do the braids you always get plus how long they take. But in my own view and experience." I nod.
"Alright, you gotta deal cum cricket." With that we shake on it and I walk away.
I guess when he realizes what I said because he yells my name out quietly. Quietly to where no one else in the halls can hear except me.
I giggle before turning around to see a glare set on his face. I shrug and walk into the classroom, sending a friendly and innocent smile to Ms. Johnson.
Yeast demon say WHAT?
Oop, now that's hilarious.
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