#1 Miss Independent

Three: I'll walk you home

(Hey guys I am a new writer so lettme know what you think. and if you want to see the next chapters. DM ideas to smiley.kat2 on instagram, and Ill give you a shout out if your idea is used).

I kind of felt bad for Alex. Even though it was just a goldfish it was still his pet. I don't know what I'd do if my dog, Jackson, died. He was my best friend. People always told me that he was beautiful. He was black in the shade with big eyes the color of Saturn. But in the sun he had the prettiest brown coat of fur. It was almost an orange, it was so pretty. I almost called him tango. Tango Mango because of his orangish Brown coat. He was magnificent. With his age being so young though he jumped on everything. I couldn't control him. Not with his weight, and my small frame. But for the most part, he was a good listener.... for the most part.
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The next morning I decided to take Jackson out to play. Because walking with him is not fun. Unless you like getting dragged everywhere you turn.

I crept down the hall and past Mark sleeping. He was cuddled up with a magazine that had quite the suggestive cover. His fiery reddish orange hair was such a contrast to his dark brown pillow case. I also noticed that his room was pretty clean. Nothing how I thought I guy's room would be. But ANYWAY ... back to my creeping. I tip toed down the stairs and grabbed my dog's leash. Once in the back yard I hooked the leash on his collar and he jumped right on top of me. I toppled to the floor and stained my new pants on the grass.

"Ah. No Jackson! get off!", I said, swatting him in the face. Although, that just hurt my hand and he didn't even flinch. He continued to abuse me by licking my face. I hated when he did that. I mean he never brushed his teeth. I put both my hands on him and shoved him as hard as I could. That only got him about two inches off of me. But it was enough. I got up, looking down at my scratched up legs. Little bulged out red lines were beginning to appear. sigh. I honestly had no control over him. But you didn't hear that from me.
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At the dog park, I threw Jackson's ball and then chased him for it. We played the kind of fetch where I throw it. Retrieve it from him. And throw it again. Normally fetch is supposed to be exercise for the dog, but the way he liked to play kept me on my toes.

"Hey kid", a voice from behind side.

"I. Am. Not. A. Kid", I spat back before turning around to see who the voice belonged to. It was hotty-McStuffins....

He threw his hands up. "okay okay chill".

"What do you want Carl?", I asked in a strained voice.
Carl started chuckling at me. If there was one thing I hated it was people laughing at me.

I slapped his shoulder, "what the hell is so funny ?"

"Oh my GOSH, calm down", he said grabbing his arm and taking a step back. "And my name isn't 'carl'", he said making air quotations around the word carl.

"What the heck are you talking about? That's what you told Toni"

"ahh yes, Mr. jumbo-freaky-stressed-out guy, lookin like he was about to kill me. You think I want THAT guy knowing my name? So he could just search me up on 'Paboo' and shank me whenever he feels like it ? No Ma'am. That guy is scary", he exaggerated. So Hot-Mcstuffins was scared of Toni? I tried my best not to laugh.

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want Toni back in Jail", I joked in a serious tone. "Thanks for looking out for him",

Hot-Mcstuffins looked shocked "oh nah, bruh I was looking out for ME, you not finna see me come up missing" he made hand gestures as if to suggest a sky write. "Deon stacks, last seen at the hooka bar last Thursday".

"The HOOKA bar ?"

"Hey I gotta go out in style", he said running a hand through his hair. I just rolled my eyes. He was too confident, too pretty, and too witty. And he knew it. I hated that I found this sugar-booty.. I I mean Deon so gorgeous. Beautiful caramel skin, muscular abs, witty sense of humor, full lips, dimples, curly yet wavy hair, mmmm Papi. I bit my lip as a looked him up and down. I know he saw me doing this but he made no reaction to it. Just then Jackson decided to be nice as came back with the ball. Only, he gave it to Deon. My mouth dropped open.

"I guess someone likes me", he said, bending down to pet Jackson. I couldn't help but feel jealous. I bent down and stretched open my arms to Jackson. He only looked at me and continued to cuddle up with Deon.

" That's it, we have to go". I clipped Jackson back on his leash and tried to drag him away. He wouldn't budge. I pulled harder to the point where I was leaning all of my body weight against the leash. Nothing. This was getting embarrassing. Cutie-Pie-Hotty-Pants took the leash from me. And Jackson got up.
"I guess I'll have to walk you guys home", he said with a smirk. I hated them both.

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