Dear diary,
Monday, April 11, 2016
6:04 PM
Okay, let's take this back to where it all started.
With little dumbass me agreeing to go over to this random strange ass boy's house. I mean... I guess he isn't really a complete stranger...I sometimes see him around and watch his lives on Facebook. Maybe my ex was right...I did have a thing for guys who were a little chucky... To me he was absolutely breath-taking-ly handsome.
He was kinda a yellowish tone, he had incredibly full lips, cute little short dreads,and a grill - Yes, I know, who would've thought I'd be into a guy with golds in his mouth? How tacky.... okay, so what if he was a little bit fat and had gold, he still had those cute chubby cheeks and the world's most adorable dimples and as the hoes on in his comments would say "Tbh can dress".
His name was Damon. Although he was two grades lover than me this is not stop me from talking to him. I mean you'd think a bitch would learn her lesson. Not this dumb bitch. No sir, not me. Shockingly enough, he pursued me even though we had no mutual friends. I fell for the trap of the promises of cuddling, ice cream and naps.
Leave my fat ass alone. You know you would've fell for it to. Don't judge me.
This is the first place where I fucked up.
The next place was after kinda leaving my boyfriend from him I constantly teased via text him knowing damn well I had no damn self A hoe Newcontrol and neither did he.
I'm just fucking up everywhere because the 3rd place I messed up at was getting my dumbass on his bus. Where the hell was my conscience at this point of time? Why the hell was it co-signed me so damn hard. Why was it letting go into the nigga house!? That could've been dangerous as fuck.
So, here I am getting off his bus getting ready to follow him to his house. I pace behind Damon slowly. I could feel the eyes of nosey ass hoes watching me like "yeah, that bitch bout to get some dick". Although I never looked up to confirm it. I know that's exactly what they were thinking. To avoid making it anymore awkward considering we sat on completely different sections of the bus, I in the front (because im not delinquent) and him in the back with all of his other delinquent friends, we needed an ice breaker. Me, being the annoying asshole that I am, noticed he was listening to music so I started calling his phone and repetitedly hung up interrupting his music. He turned to me a smiled with those heaven sent dimples calling me " aggy ass asshole", before walking up the apartment complex stairs.
But little did he know it would be I who would be playing with his booty.
