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Jayda- 17
Yasmeen-18Jayda's POV
It was a bitter sweet moment. It was the end of high school and the start of our new chapter. I went back to school and went to my old locker to see if I left anything."Ms.Winters?"
I turn my head to see Principal Quinn
"Hey Principal Quinn."
"Everything okay?"
"Yes sir, just grabbing some things."
"Okay then. Congratulations again, and have a safe summer."
"Thank you sir, you as well."
He smiles and leaves. I opened up my locker and a note falls. I picked it up and opened it.
"Meet me at the gym - Y."
There's no possible way she meant to give this to me. This has to be a last minute prank on me right? I put my things in my bag and went to the gym.
As I walk to the gym doors I heard a basketball dribbling on the floor. I enter and I saw her playing basketball. Yasmeen... Beautiful, brown skin, tall, and light brown curly hair. The way she handled the ball you could tell basketball is her passion and honestly I love watching her play. No stalker shit, but I've never missed a game. She's a really nice person, but I'm a little confused we don't really talk except for when we had class together. Maybe she put this in the wrong locker?
"Umm, h...hey I think you put this in the wrong locker."
Yasmeen looks back at me and wipes the sweat off her face with her shirt. She started walking towards me and I couldn't help but take her in.
"Nah, I had the right locker. 303 is yours right?"
"Y...yea."
She snickers.
"You good?"
"I'm just confused, I honestly didn't think you knew I existed, besides us having class together."
"How could I not notice someone as beautiful as you?"
( WHAT?!)
My heart was beating so fast, I thought it was gonna go out of my chest.
"W...what?"
She moves closer to me. She definitely has some height on her, I could barely keep eye contact with her.
"I said you're beautiful Jayda. I've always wanted to talk to you, but you were always in your books. I figured I take my shot and talk to you now. No pun intended.
We both snicker.
"I'm surprised to hear that from you."
"Why?"
"Cause look at you and look at me... I don't look like the other girls from school. I don't wear all that makeup stuff and..."
"Exactly Jayda. I like when you're in your natural state. You have beautiful glowing brown skin, that cute birth mark on your cheek, I like when you wear your locs in a high ponytail with your black scarf, and don't get me started on those cute glasses you wear."
( I didn't know she payed that close of attention to me before.)
"I'm not really the biggest fan of all that glam shit. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I just think you're beautiful without it."
I started fidgeting with my necklace.
"So umm, why'd you invite me here? How'd you know I'd be coming actually?"

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