Wussup my name is Tazmine Monberro. But most people call me Tazzy or Taz. I'm about 6'0 in height and I'm mixed with Asian and Hispanic. I have 1 sister named Demonee Monberro. I can sing and play piano and guitar and I'm a Gemini. What else?... So much but so little time to tell you... Let's just get to my part, alright?
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Currently I was in class, it was so damn boring though. But a nigga got to keep her grades up. I'm planning on graduating early and going to college soon after. Of course, I'm going to have a stable job but I also want to get married before I'm 23. I want me a nice, down to earth, kind studband. Yes, I love studs. I'm the only stud for stud in my school. These bitches act like studs got a masculine pussy. Acting like we don't all have a pussy that looks the same (for us clean people). But then again, not every pussy taste the same. Like on some real shit... I was a stem and I ate this one fem bitch out and her pussy flaps were elephant ears. She tasted like water. It was just not my type of party so I left that bitch and broke up with her a week after. Shit was nasty...
"Alright class, it's time to pack up. The bell will be dismissing in a few seconds. See you all Monday. And remember to study for the test on Thursday..." I snapped out my thoughts when the bell rang once the teacher stopped talking. It's the same thing every day. But shamefully, I didn't hear a thing he said during the whole class til now.
A hand landed on my desk... Glancing up, my eyes landed on Hunna. Hunna is the one who suggested I be a rap star's manager to make some quick cash til I graduate and go off to college. I agreed to that stupid suggestion only to please her. She's been my homie since diaper days and feels like we're sisters. "Hey Hunna. What you want?" This is getting tiring. I need some head.
"I jus want you ta know we leavin ta da studio ta meet ya new toy in a few minutes. So hurry yo slow ass up and come on so I can make dis guop. She wont wait ta long fo she dip.." Hunna grabbed my bookbag and tossed it on her shoulder so she can carry it. She's always been so sweet on me though she's a rude ass stud fucker. "Alright, thanks for carrying my book bag doll face. So what's she like?..." Please don't let her be one of those discriminating studs that dislike stud for stud studs. "She don't like studs. She real keen on ha money. Don't be playin round wit ha time. Becuz she'on play dat and she very anti social." that's good to know she keep her eyes on the prize. But it's sad she dislike studs. We couldn't ever be friends. She'd be too scared to let me hold her like best friends would. Ain't like I want her. I don't even know what the broad look like.
"That's cool I guess. But I think I'm gonna dip on this introduction shit my friend. I don't need no judgmental douche bag stud as my friend. She gonna be hella disgusted if I tell her I'm a S4S. I ain't with it no more. Tell her, I changed my mind..." The displeasure and discomfort was visible on my face but it's not my fault I feel shawty going to be a dick head. I won't tolerate it. I'll end up choking her and believing Casper The Gangsta Ghost did it. And I just despise judgemental people and especially judgemental studs!
At the end of the mother fucking day, we all women! Whether we a butch, fem, stem, stud, no label. We women. Still get our periods and have to sit to pee. We still got to wear bras or sports bra to cup our breasts. I don't see the wrong and disgust in it. Pussy is pussy.
Hunna gripped my arm, and whined lowly in my ear "Please Tazzy Daddy... I know you gon like ha if you try. She jus a lil stubborn bout it but don't mean she gon diss you. She gon respect you even mo if you show up dur...." My neck craned to the other side, a low sigh releases from my mouth. Every time a stud call me Daddy... It's like I get wet and I just want to do things I ain't never do before. I may be a stud but I'll let her fuck me like I'm her bitch that night. And I'll return the favor by fucking her on the counter.... But still.....
"No I'm chill right here. Go to your business of being a murdering hitwoman. I have to go!" As soon as she loosened her grip out of pure shock, I removed myself from her grasp, snatched my book bag off her and ran down the hall, happy to escape her. I just can't be associating myself with bad vibes. No matter if I need the extra cash or not.
Then why do I have the urge to turn around....?
(I KNOW IT IS SHORTER THAN THE FIRST CHAPTER ABOUT JEEZY BUT IT'LL GET LONGER AS THE DAYS GO BY. I'M SURPRISED I ACTUALLY DID THIS BOOK AND KEPT IT GOING WITH MY LACK OF INTEREST IN IT. SINCE I'M LOSING INTEREST IN ALL MY FAVORITE STUFF I AM TRYING GET MYSELF LOVING WRITING AGAIN AT LEAST. PLEASE VOTE THOUGH. I LOSE THE MOTIVATION AND WORTHINESS IF YOU DON'T VOTE. BECAUSE I'M A SENSITIVE WRITER. BUT THANKS. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT SO FAR.~Daddy)
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