Chapter 2

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I woke up the next morning to someone banging repeatedly on my front door. "Ughhhh!!" I drug myself out of bed and zombie walked down the stairs, nearly falling down at least six of them. I didn't even bother to look to see who it was. I snatched the door open, revealing Jay. "Wassup?" he gave me a head nod, letting himself in. "Sure, come on in.." I mumbled. I closed the door and turned to face him but he wasn't there. I walked towards the living room but stopped once i saw him in the kitchen. "Ya'll ain't got shit in here." I looked at him like tf?

"Jay, why you here so early?" I asked. "I told you I was gone slide through, I got shit to do later , so...here I am. Yeen happy to see a nigga or some?" I rolled my eyes while he was still rummaging through our cabinets. "Yeah, I guess, but I didn't think you'd be over this early." He went to the living room and plopped down on our sofa. I followed, while thoughts of last night floated through my mind. "How come you stood me up last night?" "Man...I told you something came up. My moms got sick." he replied. "Jay, I already know you were at that party. I saw the pictures." I sighed. His face held a surprised look for a split second, but it was quickly replaced with a confused one. "What you talking bout? I was home last night. Ion even know why you tryna check me bout where I be at, is it really gone make a difference?" I couldn't even reply. This was the Jay that I hated. He was never this obnoxious when we first started dating. He was sweet, caring, considerate...the perfect boyfriend. I guess that guy is gone.

When I looked back up at him, his focus was back on the tv. "I'm gonna go change." I told. When he didn't respond, I got off the couch and headed to my room. I turned the shower on hot and quickly got in, taking a quick shower. When i got out, my hair was a big curly mess, and I left it that way. I went into my room and put on some black leggings, a Ninja Turtles tank top, and some black fuzzy slippers. I headed back downstairs, but Jay was nowhere to be found. I peeped out the blinds, and saw that his car was gone. He actually left without saying anything. I sighed, it's sad that this was nothing new with Jay.

A few hours later, I was sitting on the couch catching up on Pretty Little Liars, when i got a text from Jazmine.

Jazzzz: Bihhhh

Me: Yeah ?

Jazzzz: Im bored af. Mall and out to eat? I know you ain't doin nothing.

Me: Lol, you right boo. Let's go then. Pick you up in an hour.

Jazzzz: kay boo.

Making plans with Jaz instantly boosted my mood, so i ran upstairs (literally) to pick out something to wear. I'm bored af, no life, and my man acting up. I'm getting cute for the mall!! After 10 minutes of debating, I picked out some ripped high waisted shorts and a plain white crop top. I tied a red and black plaid shirt around my waist and paired this with my black combat boots. I tied my big mess of curls into the pineapple style with a black scarf. I did simple makeup, but I added some false lashes, just because. I grabbed my purse and headed to Jazmine's place.

Once i picked up Jaz, we headed over to the mall. We went to almost every single store, shopping was our stress reliever. As we were walking out of Charlotte Russe, I bumped into someone. I literally got knocked on my ass. -__- "Dang, excuse you!" Jaz started going off while helping me up. "I'm fine Jaz, chill" We both looked up to see the most handsome boy I've ever seen . He was about 5'7, lightskin, and had that cute, curly hairstyle that I never knew the name of, but I've always secretly liked. He looked at me and smiled, I swear I could've melted right then and there. "My bad ma, I was texting and I should've been looking where I was going." he says. I froze..I was so nervous and couldn't say anything, until Jaz pinched me. "Oh, um.... It's fine, I'm fine. It's no big deal." "You sure? I really should've been paying attention." " I'm fine, really. But thanks for asking....." I paused, waiting for his name. " I'm .........

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