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*imagine their nails are little shorter*
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milayah.
"Oh Mila, I hate him." I listen, my attention more focused on my nail tech as she scrubs my nails so damn hard that my fingers are about to bleed.
Reluctantly, I bite my tongue, knowing better and not wanting to repeat what had happened the last time i decided to argue with a nail tech.
"You know what hurts the most?" Nevaeh continues, leaning back in her chair and looking exasperated as the lady working on her nails rolls her eyes, visibly sick of her shit. "He cheated on me with his own cousin!"
Suddenly intrigued, I turn my head towards her and raise a brow. "The one with the bondage kink?" I utter.
"No that was his auntie, his cousin is the one who got arrested for breaking into the kindergarten." Nevaeh continues as if that was a normal sentence, her brown eyes blossoming into a lighter shade in the sun peeking through the window.
"You dodged a bullet, sis."
Her now ex was a dickhead.
All Jayden cared about was sex, cocaine and betting money on underwater fights. Yes. Fish fighting.
I never knew what she saw in him, he was your average lightskin, barely 5'8, scrawny and had an already receding hairline at 20. Nothing to cry over at all.
Yet here she sat, interrupting my peace when all i wanted was my nails done pretty and filling my ears with nonsense about how I 'couldn't understand how good his heart was'.
"I don't know you do it," the mosquito sat next to me continues, slumping even further in her chair and earning and heavy huff from the poor lady doing her nails, "I have never seen you cry over a boy."
That's because I dont talk to them.
Boys are distractions, useless self inflicted headaches who only distract you from your goals and leave you with a heavy heart.
