(Jas'mariee P.O.V.)
I woke up to the sweet sound of Lana Del Ray's Summertime Sadness. I groaned and took off the alarm and rolled off the bed, my pink hair in a mess all around me. I got up and flung a pillow at my friend Ki'lonna. She shot me the middle finger and pulled her covers over her face.I got on top of her and pulled her covers off. "You have to get up or the mistress will wake you up herself!" I said shaking her. She groaned and got up. I got my towel and stuff and headed to the bathroom. I did my whole shower routine and went back to my room. Ki'lonna was dressed and was combing her hair "Did you finish your latin homework for Mrs. Billing's class?" I asked putting on my clothes. "Yeah! I love latin!" She said braiding her hair.I rolled my eyes "I just hope there are no more new girls joining the school"I said putting my hair in a messy bun. There was a knock at the door and Ki ran and opened it. It was her girlfriend Jesse.She was in a towel.Alone. "Happy birthday baby!" Ki said hugging her. Jesse picked her up Ki and sat her on the dresser. "Babe remember when you said we can have our first time on my birthbay?"she asked and Ki'lonna nodded. I just sat on my bed putting on my sneakers. "lemme just show you what you'll be getting tonight." Jesse lowered her towel. Ki was red. She was biting her lip so hard it looked like it'll pop. I was sitting behind Jesse so I couldn't see.I bet she was hot. I sighed "We have to get to class you guys!" I said getting up.They ignored me. Jesse whispered something to Ki'lonna and the next thing I knew they were making out. I grabbed my bag and just walked out. Don't get me wrong,I love Ki like a sister but when she and Jesse are sucking face it makes me sick. I have never felt that kind of love before and sometimes I wish I was the one laid not her but my uncle would never let me get a boyfriend and right now in my life I guess I agree.
I got to class and just sat there in my seat. Mrs. Billing wasn't there so I took out my phone and just scrolled through my tumblr.
