ᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ, ɪᴏɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ 😊
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕜𝕖𝕤 | 𝟙𝟙:𝟜𝟡 𝔸𝕄
𝔻𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝔸𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥
I yawn and scratch at my stomach. Someone's been blowing my fucking phone up, but I've been ignoring that.
I reluctantly wipe the sleep out of my eyes and check my phone.
𝙷𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚟𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 🖕🏾🤬
𝙰𝙳𝙷𝙳: 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚋𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜
𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 👑: 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚊 𝚐𝚝𝚜
𝙼𝚎: 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢
𝙻𝚞𝚑 𝙱𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 😏: 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚁𝚊! 😊
𝙰𝚜𝚒𝚊: 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢!
𝙱𝚛𝚘'𝚜 𝙱𝚘𝚘: 𝙷𝚋𝚍.
𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚗 🐟: 𝙳𝚊𝚖𝚗 💀
I roll my eyes and put my phone down.
I throw on a white T-shirt and black basketball shorts and drag my ass into the kitchen. I make myself a small breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast and sit at the couch to eat it.
I won't even lie, I feel like fucking this morning.
It used to be easy, back when I had a list of hoes I could just shoot a message at anytime and have ready to go meet up with. Now that I don't have that, I feel stuck as hell.
Oh, well. I decide to watch something on TV instead.
We're all supposed to go to the party for Rashiid's birthday, which somehow ended up being a damn house party. I don't care for house parties much. I'm usually able to be there for about a couple hours before I just want to go home. And clubs are even worse. This might be better though, since I know the majority of people who will be there.
Plus, my favorite girl in the entire world will be there.
Listen to my corny ass...
I really like Paris. I already love her as a friend, but these romantic feelings I suddenly have for her are strong as hell.
I lean back in my seat as I think about her, the remote forgotten as I let myself fall into a memory.
"Young nigga Mauree... Reach for the stars... I got this ho feenin', I'll tap that ass and then pass ha to Ra," I freestyled as I sat on the back of the bus with my friends as we were on our way home from school. I was sitting beside Salem and Rashiid and King were across from us.
Rashiid arched his eyebrow as he continued. "Um, Ion want ha... You must be geeked... If she was witchu... prolly got HIV."
"Nigga–" I reached across the aisle to swat at Rashiid but he ducked it. Half the kids on the bus started laughing.
"Y'all loud-ass kids better quiet down back there," the bus driver yelled.
I cut my eyes at him and mumbled, "Man, suck my dick."
I heard a soft, sweet giggle and I looked up, for I knew that giggle anywhere. I smiled as my eyes rested on the back of Paris Jenkins's head. She was sitting in the row ahead of me next to her sister, Londyn.
