I woke up to Cortney jumping and 'singing' to no role modelz by J.cole. I stood up and started singing off key with her since this is one of my favorite songs.
"No role modelz and I'm here right now No role modelz to speak of searching through my memory, my memory I couldn't find one Last night I was getting my feet rubbed by the baddest bitch, Not trina but I swear to god this bitch'll make you call ya girl up and tell her," we stopped rapping when we saw everyone staring at us as we walked down the steps.
A blush creeped upon my cheeks and I hid my face with my hands. "Oops." I laugh before heading to the kitchen and grabbing some juice.
"That was," Sammy started, looking me up and down. "Quite a show," he smirked. Asshole.
"Thanks," I roll my eyes, looking down. I take in my appearance and almost screech. I was in a sports bra and the shortest shorts I've ever owned. Infront of Sammy, with messy ass hair. My whole look was screaming I just had sex. I sigh and throw my hair up into a messy bun and put on my glasses.
"Damn, you look like a stripper." Madison commented.
"Remember what you told me, bitch." I recalled the fact she told me to fight her.
"Fight me? Oh please you won't do shit." I look at her, anger and shock mixed and evident on my features.
"I won't?" I roll my eyes before walking towards her and standing beneath her glare. She was way taller than me, so she thought she probably had an advantage. Which she did , at one point she did. I took a swing at her cheek, my fist coming in contact with her skin. Tiarra stood back recording the fight, knowing I wouldn't want her or anyone else to get in the middle of this.
The bitch gripped my hair and kept screaming. "Shut the fuck up," I bring her to the ground by moving my leg swiftly to the back of her knee.
"Get off me hoe!" She screeched. Before I could throw one last punch, Kian dragged me off of her. I kicked and kicked at him, constantly, since he had my arms behind my back.
"Let the fuck go of me Kian!" I screamed kicking at him trying to get loose. He grabbed both my wrists tightly. Like really tightly. Fuck. I hissed as his hands squeezed my wrists and he swung at my face, connecting his fist with my cheek.
"Get the fuck off my sister!" Jack growled standing up and gripping Kian by the back of his shirt.
"Who the fuck do you think you are to be hitting her?" Sammy stood up.
"You done fucked with the wrong girl." Skate's jaw clenched.
I got up and walked over to Kian. "This is something I've been dying to do since that night." I grabbed his face and took a swing at his eye.
"You fucking bitch! I hope you die!" His voice was weak now, but still pretty powerful. I scoff at his immaturity.
"I wished the same shit boo hoo." I rolled my eyes; recalling the past to him made him tense up under Jack's touch. "Are you mad that I moved on? Or is it because I'm happy with myself now? Or is it because you have no one that'll stand by your fucking side, no matter how much you hurt them." His eyes widened at my words. Little bitch.
Tiarra got up and walked me outside before I could say anything else. She sighed as I sat down next to her on the porch, observing the waves. I breathed in and out, matching my breaths with the tides.
"You should call Aspyn's mom, and ask about Kehlani. That'll calm you down." I nod and follow her advice. I take my phone out from the side of my shorts and dial for Melanie, Aspyn' mom.
"Hi Reh!" Her voice boomed through the speakers of my phone. She seemed happy, so something can't be wrong.
"Hey Melanie, how's Kehlani?" I smile, then realizing she can't see it.
"She's doing great actually, we took her to the pool about an hour ago. I'll send you pictures. But I gotta go cook love. I'll hear from you soon yeah?"
"Of course thank you Mel!" I say ending the call. A second later I got the picture in my messages. It was definitley post worthy.
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I lock my phone and we head back into the house.
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It kind of sucked how they had to continue to stay here. Wait no, it really sucked.
"Aye lil ma how you feeling?" Nate asked plopping next to me.
"Fan-fucking-tastic!" I mutter and he laughs lightly.
"Your eye is gonna get bruised," I nod.
"I can tell."
"I need your help," he whispers smiling.
"With?" I ask looking at him questionably.
"Liyahh," he drew out her name and let his head fall back. "She's perfect yo! Like she's so beautiful, and she's got these eyes that just kill, and her smile, oh don't get me started on her smile."
I laugh and look at him, his eyes were closed and his smile was so wide and bright it could light up a country. "Ask her out!" I almost scream.
"I need your help planning it though," he nods at me. "Like what would be your dream date?"
My eyebrows furrowed, then I just nodded, "Well, first it would be a cute little walk down the beach ya'know? Like the ones in the movies I guess, I find those cute. Then just play in the water with her and build sand castles." I laugh.
"You're the equivalent of a child," his words came spilling out of his mouth along with suttle laughter. "It sounds good though, I'll probably try it." He smiles and I nod before getting up and running upstairs to Cortney and I's room, where she was blasting Speaker Knockerz.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Sandcastles are also lit Ig// mattsteddybear - reh 🍃
