90210 (Travi$ Scott)

1• Look Into My Eyes

• January 21, Thursday •
• 2:41 p.m •

   I wish he knew how I felt. I wish he knew that I'm in love with his stupid ass. We're in his room, he's on his laptop, I'm on my phone. I looked up at him, he didn't notice until a couple seconds later.

"What?" He looked up from his laptop screen.

"Nothing." I kept staring at him.

"Um. Ok, Skylar you're so strange."

"Strange? How?" I snapped out of it.

"Not in a bad way. It's cute." He smiled. "How you come out of nowhere with facts and conspiracy theories and shit. You're smart."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

   Jacques is my best friend. We're just two lost 17 year olds planning our future. Jacques as a rapper and me as a singer. Our names on a arena with the words "sold out". We graduated high school early because we took AP classes and already took the test before winter break.

"So how's your EP coming along?" He asked.

"It's coming along fine. Your mixtape?" I sat up on his bed.

"A challenge but I'll get there."

"That's the spirit." I said. "You know what I'm in the mood for though?"

"What?"

"Chicken wings!" I sang.

"Hell yeah!" He smiled and got off his bed shutting down his laptop.

"I'll drive to Buffalo Wild Wings." I said as I got off the bed too, putting on one of his windbreakers and my Converses. The windbreaker was a bit long but I still looked cute in it.

"You always wearin' something of mine."

"Cuz they're comfortable."

  I raced downstairs and got into my car. I drive a black BMW M3, paying for the car is kind of a struggle along with my apartment, phone bill, groceries and etc.
My parents kicked me out because of my choice to become a singer/songwriter. They think it's just a hobby, they want me to be a doctor or some boring shit like that.
I work at Pacsun and get YouTube money and I'm caking. With half a million subscribers and an okay job at the mall, I'm not really worried about it.

•

I made it to Buffalo Wild Wings, it's pretty busy for a Thursday in January. It's about 40 degrees outside.

"What up? What would you like?" A woman with pen and paper asked behind the counter.

"Wings and two Caesar salads." I said.

"How hot. Normal, mild or spicy?"

"Spicy."

"To go or here?"

"To go."

"Alrighty. Coming up."

   I thanked her and waited. A guy kept eye balling me. I saw him in the corner of my eye. His eyes burning into my soul.
   My mouth got dry. There are only three other females here, the rest are guys.
   I didn't pay attention to it. Just get my shit and get the fuck out, and that's what I did.