Infatuation (In•fat•u•a•tion)
noun
An intense but short-lived passion or admiration for something or someone.
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"So where you heading to after this man?" I asked Luke walking out of the school building.
"I'm going to Y/N's house. She invited me over when we talking back in detention." He answered.
"I forgot you're actually cool with that chick. What she invite you over for?" I followed up with another question.
"She wants me to be her subject for when she paints. We're probably gonna end just smoking the night away though." He answered. Hollup', shawty paints?
"She paints? I thought she always was out wrecking old abandoned properties." I spoke.
"Nah, she only does that on every second Thursday. But yea, she paints. You'd know that if you get out of the mindset for her and actually talk to her." Luke ranted.
"I'll pass. She just a little too biggety for me." I responded. "Keith she isn't the one who brags about what she does, you do. Plus, she sorta has a reason why she acts how she acts." Luke spoke.
"Mind telling me?" I asked with a eyebrow raised. "Not my place. Talk to her and became friends. Maybe she'll tell you. I'll see you later dude." Luke answered.We both got into our separate cars and drove off.
Once I made it home I opened the door to reveal an empty house. I sighed, my aunt must still be at 'work'.
I plopped myself on the couch and pulled out my phone. I pressed the power button to see text messages and notifications. I decided not to respond to the text messages and got on Instagram.
I scrolled through my timeline quickly becoming bored, so I went to my explore. I saw chuckled at the funny posts until I stumbled across a picture of Y/N.
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@sza- Feelin' like Floyd in this May weather 😂🌸
Her caption was slick funny, her body banging too. I didn't know that since she's always wearing baggy clothes. I decided to drop her a like and keep it kicking.
All of sudden I hear shouting outside. I crept over to the windows and peaked out. I saw my aunt yelling at her daughterI decided to go outside so I could hear them clearly.
"Claire no, you can't come back. I gave you a chance to clean your act up and you chose not to. Now you must live on your own." She fussed.
"What can a 15 year old do here on her own?" Claire whined. Claire had been kicked out of the house for the past month because she couldn't act right.
