Apartment Full Of Boys...

|C H A P T E R 15|

We walked through the mall, just looking. I wasn't even planning on buying anything.

Of course, the boys ventured off by themselves and me and Avery stuck by each other.

"Aye, Avery while we here, we should have an actual girl's day!" I said.

"Ight. Where to first?" She asked. I pointed to the nail salon, which was right in front of us.

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"You want full set?" Ms. Lindie asked.

"Naw, not today Ms. Lin. I wore tennis shoes, so, naw," I said.

"Your friend get full set?" She asked.

"No, I'll just stick with the manicure," Avery said.

"Okay, it's up to you. I charge low price for you girls," she said, pointing at us smiling.

We been cool with Ms. Lindie, the owner of the nail salon, forever. Well, really since our sixth grade year. She did our nails for the first time since we were gonna be in the pageant that year, and she did them so good, we've been coming to her ever since.

"Thank you Ms. Lin," Avery said.

"Okay, Alaya, you take seat in that chair. I know you no like other people do nails," she said. "Avery, you take a seat right here and ill be back in just a moment."

We did as she said and I just got on my phone on Instagram (she even had free WiFi! This lady lit!)

"I get to you Alaya! I no take long," she said. I nodded and went back to Instagram.

I had been on there for a while, when I got hungry. I told Ms. Lin and Avery I would be back, so I went to the food court.

I stood in line at Poncho's Pizzeria for the longest, until I finally got my order, and went to a table. On my way to a table, lucky me, I bumped into somebody, causing me to drop my whole entire pizza on the ground, face first.

"Are you kidding me I just bought that!" I said, looking up at the person. When I did, I was hush mouth-mode.

He was hella fine! I'm telling you, this nigga coulda been a Tommy Hilfiger model.

"My bad, ma. Want me to buy you another one?" He asked, smiling.

His smile... good God Almighty!

"No, I'll just get something when I leave here," I said, looking at him. I don't know why, but I always avoid conversation with gorgeous people like him. I feel like they superior to me.

"You like something you see?" He asked.

"Um, no. I meant, yes. No! I meant no, I don't . I just–I have a boyfriend!" I turned and was about to walk away, when he stopped me.

"Really? I don't think your boyfriend would be happy that his girl is googly eyeing another nigga."

I smiled.

"You don't have one, do you?"

"Nope. Single as a Pringle," I said.

"That's cool. I am too. I'm Felix," he said, holding out his hand. Look, I don't judge by names, but he doesn't look like he would be a Felix.

"Alaya," I said.

"That's pretty. We should hang out sometime. Mind givin me yo number?"

I gave him my phone and he gave me his. We exchanged numbers and when he gave me mines back, his contact name was 'Pizza Destroyer 🍕🔫'

"Wow, you're really corny," I said.

"What? You put 'Victoria Secret Model 👼,'" he said.

"You can't prove I'm not," I said.

"You right," he said.

"Yo, what is this?" I heard a voice say behind me, followed by multiple footsteps. I turned around and saw the boys, looking like they finna starch somebody.

"Whoa, I thought you said you didn't have a boyfriend. Looks to me like you got more than one," Felix said.

"What? No, these are my aggravating roommates!" I said.

"Felix," O.K. said.

"O.K.," Felix said back. I looked back and forth between them.

"Y'all know each other?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about all that. You needa keep yo distance from this nigga," O.K. said, kinda pulling me back.

"Wait, you be hanging out with this fool?" Felix asked, pointing at O.K.

"Yeah, and? Ain't nothing wrong with O.K. You know what, you can lose my number. It's a shame a pretty face come with a ugly ass nasty ass attitude," I said.

Felix chuckled. "Okay. Don't matter to me. I got hoes, you was just gone be another one!"

When he said that, Trent lunged forward a punched him dead in the jaw, and it was hard af. You could hear that bihh sound off! There were a bunch of 'Oohs' from the people sitting around.

Felix took it though, and wiped his mouth when he realized there was blood coming from it.

He chuckled again. "You fucked up," he said, pointing at Trent.

"Fuck you bitch!" Trent said, now with all the boys holding him back.

Felix just laughed again, then walked away.

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Bro!
Trent straight jawed that nigga!

But who tf was he?

Why him and O.K. beefing?

Find out in the next chapter!