Preppy Princess .(Shmateo)

24/Ugh .

I sighed heavily. "Ugh Teo baby you're hair."

His hair grew back, and he hasn't combed it out lately.

He sucked my teeth. "Leave it. Don't touch my hair."

I picked up a comb, and detangler. He walked away. "No."

Mateo and I are supposed to leave back to America today, and we're just throwing most of the clothes that we bought in Brazil into the garbage, and keeping some. We decided on going to Paris another time, aka the next time we run away. Mateo lied about this reason of running away, but I really don't care.

I grabbed Mateo's hair. "Aww fuck!" He yelled. He picked me up, as I began to laugh. Her threw me into the bed, but I however didn't let his hair free from my grip, causing for him to fall onto the floor. "Stop Madison!" He yelled.

He ended up sitting on the bed, after for what seemed forever of us play fighting. I opened the container, and put the detangler all over his hair. He lay between my legs, and picked up his phone. I watched him scroll on instagram as I began to comb out his knots and tangles. He winced,and grabbed my arm. "What the fuck!?"

I giggled. "Stawp moving! Just ignore the pain. Pretty hurts."

"This is the only time where it fucking hurts." He spat. "This gon' take forever." He groaned.

It actually wasn't that long. I finished combing out his Afro in about thirty minutes.

He sat up, picking his hair with his hair pick. "Damn finally. My head feels numb."

I sat up, and got up from off the bed. I went into my backpack and changed out of Mateo's T-shirt, and into a black long-sleeved stretchy skin tight dress that stops slightly below my knees. I brushed my brown flat ironed hair, and out on my black Rihanna Puma slides. My makeup was already done, and I just out on lipgloss.

I looked to see Mateo staring at me. I looked at him weirdly. "What?"

He and shook his head. "Nothin'." He started. "You're just very beautiful."

"Awe, you've never called me beautiful before." I cooed.

He shrugged. "I guess it's my first time."

I smiled, and threw my backpack over my back while he done the same. "Let's go."

I followed him out of the hotel room, and we checked out. We decided to walk to the airport. We already has tickets, and the plane is supposed to be coming in thirty minutes. We went through the metal detectors, and security searched us for weapons. We sat down waiting for our flight, and I seen Mateo smirk at something on his phone.

I leaned over, and it was a video on instagram of a guy's brains shot at, blood splattering all over the ground. The one who took the video continuously shot at the dead man. I felt myself gag as I looked away. Mateo looked at me. "Why would you look?"

"Who is that?"

"My dad is the one who is shooting that dead nigga." He chuckled. "He really must've done my dad wrong."

I struggled to get the awful picture out of my head. "S-so, your dad sent it to you?"

He nodded, as our flight was called on the loud speaker.

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I interlocked my fingers with his, and leaned on his shoulder. "Can I have some?" I asked, referring to the chips he was eating.

He shook his head. "No."

I pouted. "But I'm hungry."

I sucked his teeth, and gave me a handful. I smiled. "Thank you." I said innocently.

He rolled his eyes, as a flight attendant rolled up with trays of snacks for everyone. She looked at me and smiled. "Would you like one?"

I held my hand out. "Gimme."

Mateo sucked his teeth, and smacked my arm away. "Yes please."

She gave me a tray. "Thank you." Mateo nodded. She smiled, and walked away asking others if they wanted any snacks.

I rolled my eyes.

"You saw what I did?" Mateo asked.

I nodded, opening the yogurt. "No shit."

"It's called generosity." He whispered in my ear. I turned to kiss him but he backed away. "You don't deserve a kiss." He spat, as a voice know the intercom told everyone that the plane was now going to begin to move.

I poured. "Whyy?" I whined, poking out my bottom lip. He stifled a laugh. "Stop tryin' preppy guh."

I rolled my eyes. He put his arm around me. "If I see you be nice more, we could have sex."

I groaned. "That's going to be hard."

He shrugged, and moved his arm to my inner thigh. He rubbed it slowly.

"Stop turning me on." I snarled, eating a spoonful of my yogurt. He smirked, and looked around before slowly moving his hand up my leg, under my dress. I bit my inner cheek, and however moved his arm away. I crossed my legs, since I felt myself beginning to become wet.

He shook his head at me. "You is pitiful."

"So? Leave me the fuck alone." I spat.

"Woah who is you talkin' too? Fix yo' tone momma because you could prolly have a lil' attitude with erryone ' else but nah me."

I rolled my eyes.

"Only I could shut you up." He smirked. "I feel special."

"Well you're not."

He smacked my thigh, and I winced trying for myself not to scream and make much noise. "Don't ever tell me I'm not something that I am." He said sternly.

Shit.

Ok daddy like damn.

I didn't say anything but smile. "Alright."

"Nah it's 'Ok Teo'." He paused, and cockily smirked. "Or if ya' nasty-"

"Ok daddy."

He put his arm back around me, and pulled me close into a tight hug. He stroked my hair and face, messing up my hair and possibly makeup. "Teo stop." I groan, trying to wiggle away from his tight grip but was no use. He kissed my cheek. "If I needa love on a guh imma' make it look sexy." He sang.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, giving up.

Ugh..