Vote, comment and share. Don't kill me I'm changing the main character to someone else, Naomi Campbell my favorite model and I feel as though there isn't enough stories with beautiful black women. Don't get mad get glad or unfollow. Short and sweet next chapter should be long. My love for poetry came out a little towards the end. Enjoy!
I stared at my phone in awe like seriously? Ciara best friend texted me. This is a good opportunity to ask questions about this girl I see cuddled up on her Facebook. Hopefully it's no snake shit because I am not trying to be caught up in it. Choosing two fine best friends. "Why do I feel like a gay hoe?" I said aloud. First I went from shawty semi fingering me to her best friend trying to talk to me. What if both of them ain't shit I will kill them both, but I don't want a friendship to end because of me. I think I am feeling myself too much.
"What's your confession?" I replied, eyeing the phone every five minutes anxious for a reply.
"Let's just say the world is made up of two types of people. People with wants that think it is a need. And people with needs and they don't realize it's a want."
"What? Isn't that the same thing in a way?
"Nevermind that girl, I don't know you that well but I care about you in a way. Ciara is a hoe sometimes I don't want you to get caught up in that madness."
"What do you mean by madness? Her ex?" So just as I thought it's always the pretty girls doing shit. Our mini conversation in the gym, I thought that was a start I guess I was wrong.
"Stay away from her, that way you won't have to experience it." She replied. I hope this is out of the kindness of her heart and not to stop anything. I replied which section she needed help with her homework. I waited and waited for her black ass until like 10, I watched at least five anime episodes waiting for her. Did she not know I was/is a straight A student? My black ass knocked around 1. I woke up to a feel of vibration from my phone. Facebook messenger video the name said Ciara.
"Why the hell you calling me this late at night bih?"
"Um lil girl it's actually the morning but I wanted to hear your voice" It's something about a girl's sleepy voice that causes waterfalls.
"Um no. I need to sleep, plus I stay away from hoes" I replied not feeling her vibe.
"Who said I was a hoe? I'm actually single and do what I want"
"So that means your a hoe, most single people I know use that as validation to be a hoe. Good night though. I hung up the phone feeling like the queen that I am. Yes you are single however, I feel as though if you are talking to someone or have someone in mind like a potential girlfriend you shouldn't use that so loosely.
*******************************************Next Day***********************************
I came to school in the best mood ever I am not sure why. I finally took someone else advice for the first time in my life I can't help but feel strange not sure if it was a bad feeling or if it was me trying something new. I have Ms. Poole class but the bad part is I have to face both of them witches not that I had a problem with them but my mouth is the problem being that I have no filter. Now that Ciara wasn't in my crowded view I can really enjoy the view of other beautiful girls out there besides her. Almost to my class I spotted her on the lockers with some other girl. I didn't know Ciara for that long or even had the jist of the situation going on but I already felt some sense of betrayal but I wouldn't show it I feel like it's weakness or an opening. They was to close for comfort to me to pretty much assume the worse. That is when Kimberly popped out of nowhere. She walked up to me in a different aura, as if she was a whole different person. I stood there like a idiot for at least three minutes before realizing that Ciara was smirking at me but why. Was this her revenge or I'm thinking too much into this. I proceed to class until I felt someone grab my wrist, it was Kimberly that landed a kiss on my lips. I was taken back in shock a nigga could've fell into a abyss.
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Freak Nasty (Lesbian Urban) (Discontinued)
Короткий рассказ"Excuse me, my name is Diamond Walker can I have my schedule?" I asked the counselor. I couldn't help but admire her boobs, they look squeezable.
