Molded-his first

[2]Girl bye

Poetic justice- Kendrick Lamar (feat. Drake)

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Zola

"Thank you!" I squeal when the blonde wearing a tight revealing dress compliments my hair.

My older sister plated me twists the day before I left for school. They are currently up in a bun.

"Its fake," Alyson informs her in her tipsy state.

I help Alyson stand up straight before giving the girl an apologetic smile. I put Ashley's hand around my shoulder and hold her by her waist with my other hand.

"Where's my mannnnnn" she slurs.

I look around the party looking before my eyes meet one of the most beautiful men to walk on the planet. Santonio, a smile appears on my lips. He leans back on the wall before drinking from a red cup. He has on baggy jeans and a jearsy with a puffer jacket ontop, hot and knows how to dress.

"Zola, Zola?" Angela starts waving her hands infront of my face forcing me out of my trance. "Oh my gosh we need to help Ashley and your ogling at my cousins?" She sighs before fliking me on the side if my head.

Angela and Santonio are Afro- Latinos. Angela said both his father married a Latino woman and her mother married the woman's brother making them cousins on both sides.

"He's hot, what do you want from me?" Hot is an understatement.

I've had a crush on Santonio since the middle of freshman year. We sat next to each other in English since our surnames start with the same letter. I wouldn't say me and Santonio are friends but I also wouldn't say we aren't.

"Yeah well you know how Ash feels about him," Angela reminds me.

Although her gigantic crush on Andrés Ashley thinks football payers are bad news and is completely against her friends dating them for some reason.

"Yeah whatever, it's not like it will happen anyway. Although, I wish it would." I sigh.

"Angie!" I hear someone scream before they make there way to us. No one other than Andrés ofcouse.

"Oh hey!" Angela greets.

"Carter," he greets me.

"Martinez"

He looks me up and down. "You've changed." He smirks causing me to scoff.

"You haven't." Other than the fact he's abit more masculine he hasn't changed abit.

"Skirts a little short dont you think?" My skirt only goes until mid tigh but it's not short enough for my but checks to show. Although if I am to jump,run, skip, dance or do anything other than walk, stand still or sit down, I'm garented to be flashing someone. Even walking is still a danger.

"Yeah, and what does that have to do with you?"

Suddenly he takes of his jacket to tie it around my waist.

I turn my head to look at Angela but Ashley's disappointed face is all I can see. I immediately take his jacket and hand it back to him.