I woke up with a massive headache, and lady-like or not I had to shit. I open my eyes, and check my phone that's on the charger. I looked at the time which read 11:36. 5 texts, 14 missed calls. Niggas don't be wanting shit. I'll check Em later.
I get up wit my body aching like I got jumped by 5 fat bitches. I use the toilet. Afterwards, I hop on the shower. The hot water felt good on my aching body. I wash up, then I wash my long as hair real quick.
See, I never took the time out to tell you about me. I'm 17 years young. I'm mixed with white, black, Indian, and Hispanic. Mom is white, Indian, and H.ispanic. Dad is all black.
You already know I'm a cute one. I'm one of them light jawns that black bitches got to choose not to fuck with. But I would love to be brownskin. That complexion sexy as fuck.
I'm a girly girl. Which means makeup, skirts, pink, and sitting pretty. Rue is the same.
I like females. I wouldn't consider myself gay, because I wouldn't date a girl. I just like to have fun with them from time to time. I don't see it, but niggas say I'm a player.
Why?
Because I can get ya nigga or ya bitch. You better tuck ya boy/girl cuz I'm hot fam. If the shoes fits wear it.
I'm smart as shit forreal. Rue and I get nothing but A's in school. We have a proud mommy, and that's why we get what we want. Of course I'm spoiled. There's no doubt about that. I'm a mommy's girl all the way. Mom knows everything about her kids. She a cool as mom, but she puts her foot down when she has to. Mom does a lot for work, she's a busy woman. Mom is a manager for a lot of famous people, she's a model, and a entrepreneur. She's well known in Cali, and because of her so are her kids.
Anything else you should know? I don't know! If it was meant for you to know you'll find it out eventually. There's one thing you probably should know but I won't bring it up just yet. It's not a good Time.
For some reason I just started thinking bout Blue. He's always pops up randomly in my head. We are broken up at the moment. He's probably using that to his advantage. I don't sweat over niggas. I mean there is plenty fish in the sea. Besides we never worked anyway. "Sis hurry up, Im hungry!" Rue sang outside my bathroom interrupting my thoughts. Only if he knew what I knew.
"Coming." I wash up again with my Shea butter dove soap, and I get out. I dry my body, cream it, and let my hair air dry. It curls up perfectly with nothing extra needing to be done. I look at my light Body in my wall mirror, in the bathroom. I got a few cuts, and bruises. Nothing a boss can't handle. Trust me, I've been through worst.
I go in my room and put on a black bra and panty set from Victoria Secret. I go in my closet and put on a pink see thru crop top. Some all black true religion jeans. Some black polo socks, and my pink and black Jordan 13's. I threw on a white Cali snap back to go with my tattoos. Dope shit tho.
I put on some white eyeliner, black mascara, and pink mac lip gloss. I put on a polo black leather cardigan that i got custom made.
I was ready to go. Oh I almost forgot... I put and black case with Miley Cyrus on it, in all white with pink lipstick. Goes perfect with my outfit. Besides, I love me some Miley tho.
As Im Grabbing my Bright pink iPhone 5c, 'Do My Thang' by Miley Cyrus played, indicating my phone was ringing. Bang bitch!
"Yizzo?" I answer leaving out my room. I close my door.
"Wassup wit you ma, you never hit a nigga up!" I hear Blue voice. I smile. Blue is my first love, my first sex partner, and my forever boy. If you knew what I knew you would know that he will always be around. It's way more to our relationship than just the two of us. I love Blue, but we just can't be together. We are too much alike so we seem to clash. I'm the girl version of him, and he's the boy version of me. Plus I don't think he'll even want to be around me after he finds out the truth bout me, or us.
