Preppy Princess .(Shmateo)

13/Cute .

Madison up top ^

I fix my black halter dress as I get up,what she's wearing is up topand pick up my binders, and leave the class along with everyone else.

A girl came up to me. "I like your dress."

I ignore her, and walk to my locker. I put my homework in my pink Michael Kors purse, and my phone buzzed.

Shmateo_: Come on .

I begged Mateo to teach me how to use, aim, and shoot a gun so he eventually owned up to it, and said yes.

I walk by my ex, and he ignored me as well. I feel tears well up in my eyes. I put on my glasses, and walk out the school into Mateo's car. I take off my glasses and begin to cry.

"You straight? Orr."

"Ugh my makeup is a fucking mess now." I sob.

He pulled off, and drove down the street later pulling over. "Why you cryin for?"

I shake my head, and sniff. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"You wanna go to a bathroom to fix uhh. Your uhh. Face?" He motioned his hands.

I nod with more tears falling down my face. "Yes."

"What's wrong though?"

I might as well tell him.

"My ex. I'm still not over it. That's all." I say leaning my head on my hand.

He nodded, and started the car again. "It's gone be ok."

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I take off my heals, and fix my dress.

Mateo came back with a rifle. "Shoot that dummy thingy." He pointed at a dummy. "Don't use both eyes to aim, use one. Lots of professionals don't really needa close one eye to aim, but they can just tell with both of them open. I could, kind of. If it's somewhat far shots, yes, but really far shots, I gotta close one eye." He informed.

He put my hands on the correct places of the gun. "Hands like dah. Close one eye, and shoot."

I shot the gun, and it was ear deafening. I rubbed my ear. "Ow."

He chuckled. "Ion like using the headphone thingys. It's fruity. You'll get used to it."

I realized that I missed.

"I missed."

"Do it again."

I did it again, and missed.

I groaned. "I can't do this."

"This is the second time you shot a gun...it ain't gone work that fast." He chuckled.

I sigh, and position my hands in the right places again, and shoot it. I got the dummy in the shoulder.

My face lit up. "You saw that?"

He rolled his eyes. "No."

I pouted, and he stifled a laugh. "You actually believed me? I saw it."

I nod. "Okay."

I shoot again, and miss.

This will be a while.

He took the gun away from me. "Imma get a different one."

He later came back with a handgun. He loaded it with bullets. "I think everyone know where to put they hands for a hand gun."

I nodded. "I see it in movies."

He sarcastically rolled his eyes. "Everyone does."

I laughed, and turned to shoot the gun.

I braced myself, and focused on aiming. I then shot it, and made it in the stomach.

I clapped my hands. "Yayy."

"Ya know, without your heals on, you is even shorter."

I looked down at my bare feet. "Ugh. I have to get my toes down again."

"Yo toes look new." He scrunched his face.

"No, I got this done 2 weeks ago." I say looking at my blush pink gel nail polish on my toes.

He rolled his eyes. "Girls maan. Y'all make no sense."

I rolled my eyes back. "Sorry that you feel that way. But I don't care."

I shoot the dummy again, and get it in the left arm.

"You learn quick." I hear him say.

I looked at him, and he looked impressed.

I smile. "I know."

"Stop doing that." He spat.

"Doing what?"

"Thinking your cute."

"You don't think I am?"

He looked down, and shook his head. "No."

He looked back up, and I saw his face was red.

Is he blushing?

"Imma be back." He said walking away.

He was blushing .. Wait ...

He thinks I'm cute ?