Amalia // H.S FF (Urban)

Wing it

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Wing it

Chapter 2

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"Oops." I said with my jaw hanging out

"Hi."

"Oh shit! I'm so, so sorry!" I exclaimed.

"It's fine." He said awkwardly looking at me.

"This is so awkward, shit. I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else. I swear to God. I'm sorry. Shit, this is so embarrassing. You look just like my friend. I'm so -- fuck! Damn, let me disappear. " I rambled while scratching the back of my head, nervously. God, help me. Everyone was now staring at me freaking out. If my managers weren't cringing before, they definitely are now. I was now breathing heavily waiting for him to say something.

He nods assuringly walking away to a group of boys laughing looking my way. I cover my face with my hands and walk away in the opposite direction.

"Oh mY LORD JESUS CHRIST! Have mercy on my soul. Did this really just fucking happen?" I ask aloud, shaking my head. "Holy shit, is this live?!" I look around at the many cameras pointing directly at me. I smile awkwardly, not knowing what the fuck to do.

Reporters start screaming at me asking questions. They all try to get my attention. I ignore them and just stand there like the awkward fuck I am. Damn, all these celebrities and basically the whole fucking world just saw me slap this random niggas ass. What if I become an internet meme or something? Like, I know I do weird shit and all, but this is just cringy as fuck.

I finally look back at Megan and say,"I'm just going to cry in a corner now. Okay, thanks."

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My sniffles fill the quiet, vacant bathroom. Fifteen minutes of hating my life and my tears are already dried.

"Amalia?" A familiar voice echos.

"I- I'm here." I spoke and sighed.

I heard footsteps come closer to the stall I was in. The door swung open and Franchy stood there with a sad face. She approaches me and hugs me tightly.

"Oh baby, I heard about what happened. You slapped that white boy's ass. Everyone's talking about it. Me and Randy have been looking for you everywhere." Franchy exclaims.

I roll my eyes at the mention of Randy's name, I think about why that nigga had to look like such a basic ass white boy. Like what are you doing with your life. Reason no.3 why I hate life.

"Oh my God, this is so embarrassing! I just want to stay in this bathroom forever or leave just to go home and wrap myself in blankets and just slee-"

"Stop bitching, Amaila! You are going to leave this stall, get out of this ugly ass bathroom, and strut out of this place with your two awards and a big smile on your face." She said in a loud commanding voice. "C'mon, get up. The awards are going to start and I need to get back to my seat and you need to find yours." She continues as she helps me get up.