Selfish

3.) Grenade

Sarai Nivea Taylor ◆

"Now, the best part!" The instructor said loudly while walking around the room. "Twerk!"

I placed my hands on my knees, bending over slightly beginning to twerk my little booty and as I looked over my shoulder a little I couldn't help but laugh.

What am I doing?

The instructor began to clap yelling out to everyone she walked pass, "Yesss! Twerk, twerk, twerk," then she'd bend over and twerk right along with some of us.

She went up to her cell phone that was connected to the loud speaker in the room and she scrolled through the phone for a minute before Pop That by French Montana blasted through the speakers.

"Don't stop pop that, pop that!" All the ratchets in the room yelled before twerking with everything they had in them constantly flipping their hair over their shoulders.

The instructor clapped her hands continuing to walk around the room until the song came to an end.

"Ayee," everyone yelled shaking their asses one more time.

Again, I couldn't help but laugh.

Now, the twerk-out class is officially over so I head over to my pull over bag and water bottle getting prepared to leave.

My friend Mya, the person's who's bright idea it was to do this, came to my side all out of breath- huffing, puffing, allat.

"I'm tired as hell, but I had a good time. I'd definitely come back and learn how to throw this back some more," she laughed patting her butt. "Ya know what I'm saying?"

I gave her a straight face then busted out laughing with her. "Yeah I know what you're saying. Now you tryna go to lunch with me or what?"

"Lunch? Yeah I can eat as long as you're treating."

"Girl you know damn well ion treat anybody at random like this. Just c'mon! I'm hungry and I don't wanna be a loner sitting in a restaurant alone." I pleaded with her.

"Fine, Sarai. But we're only going to Sonic cause I honestly don't feel like getting out the car unless it's to go home and to my bed," Mya compromised.

"That works, now let's take a selfie."

"You know I'm always ready!" She used her finger print to unlock her phone and opened the front camera.

While she simply smiled with a hat on backwards, I bent over making it look like I was twerking and gave an open smile sticking my tongue out.

Once she snapped a few photos of the two of us being silly, she posted the first one we took tagging me in it on Instagram.

****

As we sat in my car munching on our food my phone vibrated. I picked it up to see an incoming call from Chris.

I sighed before silencing my phone ignoring the phone call.

"Annoyed? Who is it?" Mya asked looking over at me while sipping from her Jolly Rancher slushee.

"It's Chris, who else would it be?"

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Who else? Girl it could be anyone. You lowkey got hoes."

"I do not!"

"If you say so," she laughed shaking her head at me.

I mean, I guess I do have hoes. I talk to a fair amount of guys and some of them are just for when I'm bored while others are for when I'm in the mood. Then there's Chris. I care a lot about Chris and if only I'd let it happen, we would be together.