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bet ⤷ lamelo ball

main character: female: kali freeman

celebrity: lamelo ball

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a/n: lets jus take a minute to appreciate this pic causeee whatttt !! ..😏 also yall pretend this highschool .

'Aye, Melo, 40 bucks says you gon' up to Kali Freeman and tell her you mess with her.' Josiah eyes Kali, who just walked into class with both AirPods in.

'Hell nah,' I quickly shoot Josiah's joke down. 'All you, twin.'

My heart jumps at the mention of her name and the sight of her simultaneously. She's fine as a bitch- slim thick, around 5'6, with a cute face and pretty curls. She stay to herself, mainly. I see her around a lot- A nigga would never admit it, though.

'Shittt,' he crane his neck around, watching her as she sets her backpack down and adjusts her big glasses. 'Don't tempt me.'

That boy better not.

'Seriously, bruh, it's 40 bucks riding onnat.' Josiah raises his eyebrows at me, shrugging.

'50 now,' Demar chimes in.

'60.' No way Elijah's ugly ass joining in.

'Damn near a hunnid bucks on 'dis jawn now.' Josiah offers me as everyone finishes adding money to the bet.

I blow out a breath. 'Man, everybody here got me all the way fucked up.' I stand, pushing my chair out as I walk over to Kali's desk.

'Yo,' I smile nice at her, smoothly taking the open seat next to her.

'Hey?' She smiles back, but looks like she's wondering why I'm talking to her.

'Nobody sitting here, right? Not tryna take anyone's seat.'

'No,' she laughs a little awkwardly and moves her brown curls over her shoulder 'Um. Is there a reason?'

'Nah,' I shrug, making sure my body language is relaxed and confident. 'I jus' heard from a friend you don't got no partner for the project. Heard you was pretty smart, too.'

I'm lying out my ass.

Her lips curve into a smile. 'Maybe. But don't you have-' she looks behind me. '-some other lil' friends you could work with?'

'Nah. They all assholes, plus they don't care about their grades. I'm trynna get a good grade on this, maybe prove to my coach I know a lil sumn'.' I scratch the back of my neck. That part's actually true.

'Nigga, you wanna use me.' I look up quickly, about to apologize, but I see a ghost of a smirk on her pretty face.

'Man, shut up,' I grin.

'Don't tell yo project partner to shut up.'

time skip

'Yo, Kali,' I ditch my laughing friends to catch up to her as she turns and I nearly lose her in a sea of buzzing kids.

'Yea?' I hear her over the chatter. She doesn't turn her head, so I follow her.

'So,' I say, catching up to her pace and walking next to her. I wait 'til the halls mellow out, as kids go to lunch.

'So,' she copies me, still walking toward the cafeteria.

'So since we're great friends and partners now, I was thinking you should give me your number,' I cheese.

'Boy,' she laughs. It's so pretty- shit sounds like a laugh from a supermodel in a movie. 'Great friends? Since when was we that?'

'Since now, duh,' I playfully bump her. She nearly stumbles but recovers quick. Damn, I forgot our height difference.

She pretends to think for a minute. 'Mmm- maybe if you buy me lunch?' I glance at her, and she's looking at me through her lashes with big, hopeful eyes. My stomach jumps, and I feel like a shitty person.

She made it sound like a joke, but I know what she's tryna say.

The real excitement and anticipation radiating from her also make her look like she's never asked a nigga for his number ever in her life.

'Of course,' I say smoothly, covering up the weird feeling.

She beams, genuinely, and the weird feeling almost goes away.

Almost.

We continue to make conversation as she leads me to the sandwich shop in our cafeteria. I'm laughing, smiling, as we talk, and I realize I've never in my life interacted with someone new this easily.

This about to be the easiest 95 bucks of my life.

Even before I think it, my stomach dips again.

She's talking for real now- her eyes shining as she rambles about her favourite movie. Or something.

I don't know, I lost all trains of thought when I started staring at her pretty features.

Some about the way her full, pink lips move. Or that bright smile that transforms her usually serious face that I'm learning to like. Her lashes are so pretty, but it doesn't even look like she's wearing makeup.

I'm fixed.

'Lamelo? Bitch-'

'My bad, my bad,' I laugh at her cute angry face. 'I zoned out. You said what?'

'Wait, hold up- you were jus' joking about the buying me lunch thing, right? Or are you coming with me? To like- pay? For me?' Her eyes are big and her hands are clasped so politely in front of her.

I stifle my laugh. This girl know nothing.

And it's lowkey cute.

'No, I wasn't joking, Kali. Yes, I'm buying your lunch. Why else would I be standing here in line for sandwiches with you?'

'For company, maybe-'

'Shut up. What sandwich you want, ma?'

It slipped out of my mouth. Damn, I didn't even hear myself until I saw her cheeks glow.

'The one with steak and swiss cheese. Please. Thank you.' Her busy mouth shuts fast. She don't even acknowledge it, and I smirk at the effect I have on her.

'And a drink?'

'I'm good, but than-'

'Which one you want?' I look at her expectantly.

On my soul, any girl I'm eating with or paying for is walking out with a full meal.

Especially a pretty one.

'Are you sure-'

'Go pick one,' I laugh at her nervous face, then gently push her toward the cold case. 'Pick your favourite and get two, ima have one too.'

She hesitates, laughing too, then grabs two orange-lemon sodas I ain't ever tried.

'What about your chips?'

'You're funny-'

'I know. What kinda black person eats a sandwich without chips? Grab sumn'.'

'Bro- I just meant pay for my sandwich-'

'Go grab sumn' before I buy the whole fuckin' store.'

As I'm paying, I look down at her and see how happy she look.

Damn, I'm a bitch.

My heart feels a little heavy. I feel bad- but I convince myself it's not my fault.

a/n: cliffhanger... sry guys idk how to finish this and its not getting many views or votes 😭💔