Me and Yazz were just casually strolling through the Walmart aisles, trying to find some bomb ass food so we could cook some bomb ass meals when suddenly this bitch Sandra decided to pop up and make an appearance.
"Jules, try to keep it together," Yasmine mumbled, flicking her braids behind her back and angling her eyebrows to form and intimidating frown, her dark eyes locked onto Sandra's face.
I replied with a 'mhm' then took a deep breath and straightened out Justin's long white tee before meeting Sandra's cold, grey eyes.
"Well if it isn't miss s-l-u-t" chuckled Sandra, flicking her shoulder-length, brown, curly hair.
"I'm not 5 bïtch I can mf spell," I fired back ",and also don't get jealous cause I get dick and you don't"
She rolled her eyes.
"Don't get salty hun, I'll pepper your pale ass," Yasmine snickered, I was so lucky to have her honestly.
"Don't get involved side chick, I'll get my people on you,"
"And you call her a side chick? She's everything you want to be, don't fucking hate hoë appreciate the dankness that's in front of you," why does this average hoë think she can press us?
"The fück is wrong with you Julia, you're messed up," her voice broke.
"The only thing messed up here is your attitude," Yasmine eyed her up and down before grabbing my arm ,"that's why we're leaving, sorry we're allergic to fakeness," I laughed, proud of her fiery come backs.
"Well bïtch the only thing that's fake here is your hair,"
OH NO SHE DI-INT.
"BÏTCH WANNA MF TRY ME. DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH? YOU WANNA GET STABBED?" Yasmine roared, stepping closer to Sandra with every word.
"Why you gotta press her, you better leave before she kicks your flat ass," I pulled on Yasmine's arm to hold her back from basically destroying Sandra's body.
"You know best to hold her away from me," Sandra muttered before leaving.
I grabbed our shopping trolley and Yasmine's hand before paying for our groceries and leaving to the Chevy parked in the parking lot.
"You told me to stay calm huh, baby g you almost killed her with your words, that's some talented shit," I told Yasmine while packing the shopping into the boot.
"She deserves to be dragged for the bs she speaks," sighed Yazz, getting into the drivers seat.
"Nuh-uh honey, you ain't driving, pass the car keys," I ordered.
She threw them before moving to the passengers.
What a wild girl.
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Half way into our lunch we were interrupted by the ringing doorbell. Yazz decided to cook us some soul food, spicy ass chicken wings with organic fries and some healthy salad shit that was so fucking delicious I didn't want to stop eating.
But I got up and answered the door and to my actual surprise, standing on my front porch was none other than mr Spanish mom guy. Aka Daniel.
His green eyes glistened and his dark black hair was messy but laid back.
"Hey," he mumbled in a deep voice.
"Come in," I gestured to the living-kitchen area, and he took a seat next to Yazz.
"Hey Spanish boi, wassssssup," Yazz said in between mouthfuls of salad.
"I'm good Yasmine, get that food down your fat throat though," he chuckled.
"Do you want some lunch?" I offered.
His smile disappeared and he politely declined.
"I came to talk,"
"Damn every one wanna talk with miss blondie today," huffed Yaz.
"Lucky me," I sarcastically said.
Yazz took her ass to the couch so me and Daniel could have our space.
"Julia what you sent me on text wasn't cool, or you sleeping with Justin,"
"What I sent on text was true though, we made out when I was drunk, I got TAKEN by a guy who I fell asleep with because, let me think, I was drunk, I wasn't in a relationship so technically, I didn't do or say anything wrong,"
"You weren't? So now you are?"
"Are what?" I frowned at him.
"Are in a relationship," he quickly corrected himself.
"Yes, don't question it," I sternly answered.
"But Julia I really really like you - I wanted us to go some where," he gripped my hand and stood so that he was close to me.
"I'm sorry but I just don't feel the same way,"
"Baby please give me a chance," he ran his tanned hand through my hair.
Fück when he said 'baby' his Spanish accent came thruuuuu.
"No Daniel." It was simple.
The doorbell rang.
"Who the fuck threw a party in this house and didn't tell me shit about it?" Laughed Yasmine as she got up to open the door. "Jules it's your boi," she called.
Justin's face appeared in the hallway, a big smile plastered onto it.
"Baby girl look what I got you," he proudly showed off a big beautiful bouquet of white roses.
My hand covered my mouth as I gasped, they were so so SO dank.
"Oh my GOOOOOOD, I LOVE THEM!" I squealed.
Daniel took several steps away from me and let Justin come and kiss my forehead.
I took the roses and placed them on the kitchen counter.
"Lunch?" I offered.
"I want you for lunch," he replied, his eyes hungrily roaming over my body.
"Damn you two seriously get a fucking room," whined Yasmine.
Justin laughed. "That's why I want you to have this," he pulled out a little black box from his sweat pants pocket and handed it to me.
The whole house became silent but Daniel threw himself onto the couch.
I slowly opened the box to reveal a big ass diamond ring, it was tooooo fücking sexyyyyyyy.
"What the fuck!!!!" I screamed immediately putting it on my ring finger and pulling Justin into a tight hug.
"It's a promise ring baby, a promise that this relationship will work out and I'll be 100% committed," Justin quietly told me.
"I fücking love you," I beamed at him.
"That's too fücking cute, why can't Ashton give me an expensive ring and call me baby?" Huffed Yasmine.
"Maybe because you only just started kissing him last night," chuckled Daniel to her.
"Sorry Daniel looks like this pussy doesn't pop for you," Justin grabbed my waist firmly and smirked at Daniel.
"Dude, what's yours is yours I don't want to interfere anymore, we can still be friends," Daniel backed out.
"Good man," Justin agreed.
"See you's" Daniel got up and headed for the door.
"Are you sure you don't want some chicken wings?"
"Nah I'm good,"
The door slammed.
