Chapter 9

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YN POV~

It's Saturday morning and of course like any other teenage girl I check my phone to see if any of my friends wanna make plans. I call up my best friend Brian AKA BeeJay too see if he wants to do anything.

*Phone Rings*

"Yo?" He says in the phone sounding a little tired cause it's so early.

"Wake yo ass up, I wanna go out today."

"And do what YN fuck, you couldn't call me later?"

"No cause you have a thing with not answering the phone anyways, I don't know, let's go destroy.... Ow."

I grab the lower side of my stomach.

"You ok? I'm taking a shower and I'll be on my way in a minute. Is your mom home?"

"Yeah alright and no just come over."

Brian and I have been friends for three years and dated for one. He is your typical fuck boy looking type of guy. You know... Taper, dyed tips, cute, tall, you know the usual. Dating for me and him didn't work because we were to much alike, I mean our personalities are to much the same. He's just cared about himself way too much and I didn't like that at all so we argued and now we're just friends... With small benefits.

"I'm on my way now."

We hang up the phone.

I of course get up and get in the shower and turn on my music. Brush my teeth and all that good stuff.

Once I got out the shower and had the towel wrapped around my body I hear a rock being thrown against my window.

I go look out of curiosity and I see nothing. Once I turn around I don't hear this time but I turn around quickly enough to see the rock hitting my window. I look outside of my window this time and yell "Who's there?" I look down and see a black hoodie standing underneath my window seal.

"Who are you?"

They just start walking away, what the fuck is going on?

I get a knock on my door.

"Fuck I'm not even dressed yet." I say while walking down stairs to my door.

I go to the door and open it to see Brian.

"Come in." I tell him while holding the door open.

"What yo ugly ass all naked and shit for." He's says walking behind me.

"Boy shut yo albino arangatang looking ass up, I just got out the shower."

"Oh for what?"

"Stop asking dumb shit."

I get another pain again in my lower stomach again. I crouch down and grab my stomach. BJ rushes over to see if I'm ok.

"YN you good? Is there any pills you take?"

"Yeah I took them already."

I stay down because my towel has came off.

"BJ back up or see my naked titties." I say laughing.

"Ha alright." He says in a flirty way.

"Man don't start."

"Start what?" He says walking up on me.

"Man let me go get dressed." I say brushing past him.

I go upstairs and he of course follows. I push him out my door and lock it cause that weirdo was not about to come in.

I go to my drawer and get basketball shorts and a normal little t-shirt when all of a sudden I get this feeling that I'm being watched. Man I hate being stared at, like with a deep passion I hate weirdos that just stare at you and not say anything.

I walk up to my window and I look down and see... Prince? I open my window and say "Why are you here, just standing there watching me?"

He looks up at me and says "I want you YN, and I won't stop until I have you. I don't care, I'm going to get you."

"Just leave me alone Prince." I say closing the window.

"Never, ever, EVER!"

I just walk out the bedroom and go to the living room with BJ.

"What you wanna watch?" I say grabbing the remote.

"You." He says.

BJ be doing that shit on purpose man, he always trying to do some nasty shit knowing I like this boy and I'm trying to be faithful.

"You can't watch me you know I'm in something complicated right now."

He stands up, picks me up, and sits me on top of him while he sits in the couch.

I get up "BJ stop doing that."

I sit on the couch next to him and we just watch movies chill.

A few minutes later I get a call on my phone, it was my mom saying she was on her way.

"BJ it's time to go my mommy is on her way."

"Alright." He reaches out to give me a hug and I of course hug him back.

"Bye kid."

"Bye YN (Nick Name)."

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