The Test || YG400

8 || What's worst than being friend zoned?

Nadia Thompson

I was at Jerrell's house bored out of my mind. He was working on some school work, I should be doing the same but all my hair supplies and things were at home. I had two head to do in about an hour so I should be heading home anyways. I sighed dramatically before twisting and turning at the head of the bed to gain Jerrell's attention. He ignored me and continued with his face in a math book. I sighed again a little louder this time. Jerrell closed it math book looking over at me. He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking.

"You ready to go?" He asked getting up from his bed placing his math book and note book on the desk he had in his room. I nodded my head climbing out of the bed. I was ready to go home hours ago but he wanted me to keep him company while he studied. He claimed when he studied alone he got distracted easily and he needed somebody there to keep him in line especially since he had a huge midterm tomorrow.

"Whatchu doin when you get home? You was eager to get home."

"Well first I have to do my clients hair and wand curl her friends hair after that I probably continue to practice doing finger waves and try some custom colors." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ion know what all that hair lingo shit is but it should be fun huh?" He asked sticking in key into the ignition of his car starting it up.

"Yup!" I replied dryly. The way he said should be fun huh didn't sit right with me. It sounded as if he was being sarcastic about what I love to do.

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"Are the braids too tight?" I asked my client as I finished braiding up the last piece of her hair to do her sew in. She shook her head no and continued fiddling with her cellphone. Her friend was on the brown leather couch across from us doing the same. We were in Dijon's furnished basement in a room down the hall from the studio. He offered to fix up the spacious room with all the equipment I needed for my own little alone I declined the offer.

"You finna let her fuck to hair up?" I checked over my braid pattern making sure the braids weren't too tight or too loose before looking up at none other than Keenon's irritating ass.

"Why best friend?" I asked playfully rolling my eyes at him smiling. We began calling each other best friends a couple days ago, I mean we tell each other everything and are always around each other so why not. I didn't like being friend zoned but whatever he was probably to busy worrying about Kennedy.

"Don't you have a show to go to?" I asked looking at my watch that adorn my left wrist that read 5:48pm.

"Yeah but I came to see my baby before I did." He smirked causing my client and her friend to snicker. I held my head down trying not to smile at him. I sat my thread and needle down quickly walking over to him dragging him out of the room and into the narrow hallway.

"Why are you always playing?" I asked standing in front of him sliding my hands into my back pockets twisting side to side like a small child. I looked up a him looking down at me smiling. I quickly put my head down.

"To get a reaction outta you." He smiled using his index finger to lift my head up.

"Well you didn't get one." He stale faced me and I stuck my tongue out at him laughing. We stared into each other's eyes awkwardly until I broke the eye contact. I was trying to respect his and Dijon's friendship by keeping things cordial between us but he was not making it easy.