❃Freshlee Interracial imagines and Preferences❃

Rejected (Wilkinson)

From the way she walked, talked, and dressed you knew she was bad.

Sam

"Who is that?" I looked at Nate and he shook his head. "Just a friend" he put the blunt between his lips and took a draw.

"What's her name?" Nate shrugged, "Can't say" I looked back at her, she paid attention to no one else but her two friends and the drinks in front of her.

I took a big swig of the drink in my cup before I started to walk over to her, "where are you going?" Swazz asked grabbing my arm. "Going to talk to her" I pointed at the girl. He just laughed.

"What?" I asked looking at him before crossing my arms, "man you got no chance with her. She's exclusive"

Exclusive?

I had a puzzled look on my face, "meaning she don't fuck with nobody, she won't fuck with anyone. And I'm pretty sure she won't fuck with you" I rolled my eyes and pushed him out the way.

Who wouldn't want this?

She looked up at me for a quick second before going back to laughing at her friends.

"Hey ma" I could see her roll her eyes. She flipped her hair over her shoulder.

"Wanna dance?"

Her eyes roamed over me, "Are you the waiter or something? If so then we didn't order any drinks"

"Do I look like a waiter to you baby girl?"

She smirked and her perfectly painted nails tapped on the wine glass, "Yes and I wouldn't mind if you got another glass. Make it quick this time would you?" She shoved the glass into my hand and shooed me away.

I dropped the glass off on a table on my way back, Nate laughed, "well you tried"

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