Tiffany pov I wake up to see myself in Mateo's arms, and it feels like morning. I gently move his hands and get out his grip, and reach to the dresser getting my phone, and it's 9:10 in the morning. Damn we slept from 5 pm to now ?? But FUCK! My aunt wants be to go back to school no matter what or I won't graduate! And I'm late. I turn back and tug Mateo's hair, and shake him. He turns the other way. "Mateo." I say shaking him again. He turned towards me now awake. "Huh?" He said wiping his eyes. "I have to go to school and I'm late." I say sitting up. He shook his head no, and closed his eyes pulling me towards him. "Mateo, we didn't go to school for 3 weeks. We won't graduate." I whisper yell. He groans and sits up staring off into space. I get up, and put my clothes back on. "I'll pick you up in 10 minutes." He said laying back down. "No, Mateo, get dressed now. I want you to come to my house." I say softly, pulling my jeans up, and buttoning it. He groans and gets up and goes into his bathroom.
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Mateo got out the shower, and I watched him put on deodorant, and al dat other shit, and he then put on a dark grey shirt, light blue jeans, and Jordan 6 pinnacle, and a gold chain. 😍😍😍. "Do we have to go to school?" He groaned poking his lip out. I got up off his bed, and he put on his mask. "Yes. We do." I say. He got his backpack while I grabbed his hand, and we walked downstairs, and out the house.
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I already took a shower, and have a new bra and underwear on. I put on lotion and deodorant, and put my septum nose ring on. I walk out, and leave my bathroom, and Mateo is on my bed sleeping. I go to my walk in closet. "Can you dress yourself today? And no sweatshirt?" I hear Mateo ask from the room. "I thought you were sleep." I say getting the black sweatshirt I always wear. Mateo gets up and walks into the closet and takes the sweatshirt from me. "You promised." I smiled. "I know bu-" Mateo put his hand on my face, and hung my sweatshirt back up. He hugged me. "You're my girlfriend." He said into my neck. What!? "Girlfriend?" I ask confused. I tense up. "Yea, and I want my girlfriend to be herself, and not hide her true self under a big sweatshirt." He said. He tightened his grip around me, and it was silent.
But it was a good silent.
I calmed down, with my tenseness going away. His hugs make me feel so small, and loved. He makes me feel like something. I love his hugs though. They're so warm, and he smells good lmao. He pulls away. I stare at his eyes, and then his mask. "How many of those you got?" "Lots." He said walking out. I'll be myself just for him. I put on a gold ring on each finger on all of my fingers, bracelets, a gold chain that I never wear, and I picked out short comfortable black shorts with a black sleeveless crop top. I also decide to wear my red and yellow Jordan 14, that I only wore once, and I put on gold earrings.
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My hair that was straightened, was now sweated out, and a whole puff from yesterday. I take it out, and quickly comb it out with a wide tooth comb. I put Shea butter in my hair alone with olive oil and other products to make it soft. I use my brush and brush it up in a high bun. Dats wha her hair look like. Dat girl neck game stronggggg💯💯💯💯💯
