It was official I was fly. We had on our freakum dresses and the fine of little wayne was stalking me as if somebody here in new mark, new jersey told him he was cute. He had drips of sweat running from his 6 pack was breathing flowers .I was blushing our of all tenders lined up outside the club hugged up on there baes and kicking it with their boys, here I was being shy to a fine ass one .
My girls and I were in line waiting to get in the club arena for teen night and for the first time in my life I was appreciating my size 14 brick house hips . our hair was done in cute bun held in place foamposties my macs were poppin
I resembled a cuter new new from atl :two deep dimples, honey glazed skin, Full lips and dark brown eyes shaped like a lost reindeer. My sleeveless house of Gucci dress was the color of new money and belt wrapped around my waist was metallic silver. My colorful bangles and bug hoop earrings were courtesy of Claire's and the rose tattoo on my left calf was by the way of 99 cent store and warm water So, you get the picture?
Fierce was written all over me . And just when I started to feel comfortable with being the biggest one in my all -girl clique , tragedy struck.....
"Yo Shawtie!" My stalker screamed as if he were working at a waffle house, making a public service announcement. He was standing at the door taking to one of the bouncers, When my friend aakilah
Aakilah
walked up and stood beside me . Yo Shawtie ," he called again. "Aakilah"- he raised his arms in the air as if he were making a three-point-play that's me right there".
My girls and I looked around we aint know who the heck he was talking about.
Namoi there go your new boo
Him
Aakilah blew a pink bubble and popped it...........
Me
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Blood aint always got yo back
FanfictionSixteen year old Namoi McKnight is fierce, fly, and fabulous, but she has her share of issues. It's not easy being the thickest one in her clique or hiding that her rebellious twin sister Natalie is creeping with the neighborhood bad boy. And Namoi...