Unfazed

Eighteen

I took out the large Orange flexi rods out my head, slowly and carefully to achieve perfect spiral curls. I looked at the face of my diamond Cartier watch Julian bought me this weekend, seeing the time as 7:21 AM.

"Come on, Loyalty! We're already late," Julian exclaimed pounding on the locked bathroom door. I rolled the eyes in the back of my head, shaking my head.

I smoothed out my short-sleeved, white collared, Ralph Lauren polo shirt and made sure nothing was on my khaki skinny jeans. Walking out the bathroom, I saw Julian with the same outfit and his tan Nike forces. "Now, somebody gotta change and it's you, youngin'," he told me pointing his slender finger in my face.

"Boy, you crazy. I look dead good and I'm not changing for nothing," I remarked, doing a 360 twirl.

"You're trying to do that matching shit like them Instagram couples, but I ain't with it," he muttered taking off his shirt, exposing his many tattoos. I rolled my eyes, as he went in my closet and got one of his black Nike t-shirts.

"Aye, we need to pull up at my house to get my gym clothes to try out this afternoon," he told me, walking downstairs into the kitchen.

"And I'm about to be your cheerleader," I mumbled lowly. He looked up from the popsicle he was eating and looked at me with a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. I only did it for you. I know one thing, they are not about to throw my ass in the air," I added peeling a banana.

"Mm, what you gon' do with that banana, bae," he seductively asked, licking his lips.

"Eat it, the fuck?," I answered with an attitude. "And you sucking on that popsicle like a pro," I laughed throwing the peel in the garbage.

He took the popsicle out his mouth and flicked it my way, making a blue stain on my shirt.

"Oh my God, Julian! You play too much, damn!! Can't stand yo' bitch ass!," I yelled running up the stairs.

"Alright, but this bitch ass nigga has you begging for mercy," he yelled after me.

I took off my shirt, throwing it in the dirty clothes hamper. I snatched a white and orange dashiki off the hanger and putting it on. I felt his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips attached my neck.

"Lemme alone," I muttered taking his hands off. He sucked his teeth snatching my arm back. "I'm sorry, bae. Look I'm sorry, okay? Gimme a kiss," he demanded. I leaned on my tippy toes and pressed my lips on his.

"You are gonna wash my shirt, too," I added, heading back downstairs.

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After stopping by his house for his gym clothes, we finally made it to school right before second block. "Wassup, y'all. What's good, Loyalty," his friends approached us and this particular one, Cory greeted me. He wasn't bad-looking at all. He had a strong face structure, thick eyebrows, caramel complexion, he was tall and slender, just like Julian. They could probably pass as brothers or cousins.

"Aye, what's with you? You saying hey to my girl before you say hey to yo' boy," Julian intervened before I could reply. His other two friends Jaylon and Rico, were just peeping with nothing to say.

"Bae, chill. He's cool. It's nothing to trip ova' but anyways I'm about to head over to my locker. Bye, JuJu. Bye y'all," I waved before stepping off. I felt a pair of eyes on me, so I turned around seeing Cory staring at my backside without Julian knowing.

"And where have you been?," Taylor questioned, leaning against the steel locker.

"Getting dick and minding my business," I responded getting my US history book out of my locker.