Why do Mondays exist. Like honestly no, stop, don't ..... even. I turn my alarm off for the third time and crawl more fall out of bed. I then go to the bathroom and get my hygiene on, brush teeth, shower, and spray some perfume. I wear a dark grey hoodie, my light ripped jeans and my favorite silver hoop earrings, plus my all black converse and I'm out the door. Not forgetting to grab a piece or two of bacon, home girl likes to eat. As I walk to prison aka Hell aka school, I get a text from my best friend Lexi, Lexi Step.
Sexylexi: where r u
M3h: walking to school
Sexylexi: look behind you
And with that I fell to the ground, as Lexi decided she wanted a piggy back ride.
"Hey, boo" ,she said cheerfully
"Hey,Lex",
Like I said lexi is my best friend she is my blonde buddie.She is like my sister from another mister,if I could describe her in 5 words it would be feisty, freaky, dangerous, fun, and adventurous.She the friend that gets you to do stuff you would never do in your wildest dreams. She can be a bit of a whore ( emphasis on the W ) but she's my whore, but get me wrong I'm no virgin either but she does it to prove a point that women are just as sexual as guys.
"Are you excited for our annual sleep over tonight"
"Hell yes, kettle corn, ice cream with milk....."
"And recies peanut butter cups" , we say in unison
Every Monday night we have a sleepover to morn the loss of another weekend and to make "Mondays worth living for"
As we rush to class the bell rings and I notice a set of eyes on me...
A set of emerald eyes
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Fanfictieyour average(get it cause the book is called average lol)love story but with a twist I will try to update every 3 days but chapters will be on the shorter side
