Btw I messed up on the keys so my bad and plus I'm not a piano player so sorry. :/.
Today was Wednesdays my favorite day of the week. On Wednesdays me and my grandma have a piano session after school and today I couldn't wait to feel the smooth keys under my finger tips. I haven't played it since Zonnique came over my house that day. Speaking of my Star stellar best friend, she finally got to talk to Ray. Even though she ignores me a little which I hate to be ignored, I'm happy for my best friend. She seems to be really into him and vice versa for him. Now I was in fifth period, my gym teacher yelling at us to run faster on the track. One it's cold outside, Two it's November and the leaves keep falling on us, Three it's almost thanksgiving. Goodbye Mr.Thomas. And by almost I mean we had seven more days to be in school. I looked to my left and saw Zonnique running with Rayan. I was all alone...
"What's up Bahja." Chresanto ran up next to me. Now Chresanto was a proper bot in other words a smart player. That's how he got girls to fall in love with him easily. His looks, charm, and smarts.
"Hey Chresanto." I blushed.
"You looking good in them shorts ma." He winked and jogged in front of me. I just melted inside. I wanted to say he looked good in his too but that would take it to another level of weird for me. I kept jogging around the track with my lonesome self. Zonnique ran up next to me.
"Aye dere." She said.
"You and your Atlanta slang." I laughed.
"Mane shawty stop all dat flessin'." Nique smacked her lips.
"Ugh Zonnique." I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry. So I saw you and Chresanto. How was that?" Nique grinned.
"He said I looked good in my shorts!" I gushed.
"Yeah you and the cheer leading squad, track runners, and every single girl at Grady High." Nique scoffed.
"I know I know. Why do you continue to repeat the stuff I already know?" I said frustrated.
"Because you need to get the picture Bahja. He's a player. A slick rick. He's every other synonym under player." Zonnique sighed.
"I just want him so bad Nique." I held my balled fist up to my chest in ecstasy.
"I know Bahja. People always love someone they can't have." Nique said.
"He's just my dream boyfriend. Don't ya think that we would be perfect ZJP?" I daydreamed.
"I don't know Bee...I'll catch up with you later. By the way Ray asked me on a date and I'm going. Bye!" She raced away. I groaned and looked at a sweaty, cute, Chresanto August. Why must it always be like this? I groaned onced more and continued running the track. This is a real good day for Bahja Rodriguez. Sike. I couldn't wait to go home and play my piano.
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