The Help (MB)

Chapter 37

*The Next Night*

*Amaya*

I hopped out of the shower and did my hygiene. I already had my outfit picked out. Just a cute chevron shirt and ripped jeans. There was no need to get too cute just to go roller skating. I got dressed and put on my polka dotted green and purple socks.

I put my hair in a bun and made a mental note to wash and flat iron it first thing the next morning,because I was tired of the style.

"You seen my black high waisted pants?" Peyton asked,looking through the closet in nothing but a yellow and white striped flared crop top and panties. Her hair was straight and long with a small curl in her bang.

"I thought you put those in the dresser." I said while making faces at myself in the mirror.

"Oh yea I did." She said and opened the dresser,got them out,and put them on.

"You look smexy." I complimented.

"You look smexier." She blew a kiss.

I giggled and grabbed my money from my purse. I stuffed it in my pocket along with my phone and watched as Peyton put her pearls in her ears and put on her yellow socks and black boots.

"Okay i'm ready to go." She said and we both walked to the living room to wait on the other ones. Diggy and Craig were already sitting down on the couch,watching tv. They greeted us and I politely snatched the remote from them and changed the channel.

"You do that every frickin time." Craig said.

"Aw. Boo hoo." I stuck out my tongue.

I saw Prince come in and sit beside me,smelling good. He had gotten his afro trimmed earlier,and he wore simple jeans and a graphic t-shirt.

"I guess we had kind of the same idea," I said,looking him up and down.

"Yea,and we make it look pretty damn good." He grabbed my hand as I flopped through the channels.

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*Penny*

I put on my black skater skirt and minty green see through shirt. My hair was pulled up in a high bun. I was really tired of these braids,so Kenya agreed to take them down for me sometime tomorrow.

"You look so cute!" Kenya smiled from the bathroom mirror.

I smiled back. "Thanks. Just trynna look good for my mans."

"Girl bye."

"Dont hate cause you aint got one. Blame the baby momma drama." I said.

She paused doing her hair.

"How did you know that."

"Ears dont lie baby boo. I heard y'all whole conversation yesterday. Thats some juicy shit right there." I gave her a look.

She laughed and continued fluffing out her curls. She had a piece on the side twisted and pulled back on the side of her head.

"You are something else. I'm taking that you told the other girls too?"

"You're smart."

"I'm okay with that. Less for me to tell anyway."

She fixed her white washed jeans and turquoise polka dotted orange long sleeved shirt. She rolled up the jeans at the bottom and made the rips more noticeable by stretching them out a bit.

"So like what is it going to be? Chres or Marquan. You gotta pick."

"Um,no. I dont."

"Whatever drama queen."