Sariyah Deverrow is a grief stricken girl just trying to figure out her next move, she been putting on a show for so long but who can love the girl behind the mask..
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Sariyah
I pulled into the driveway of my house and took a deep breath of relief. After being around Ryan and his parents all day, I can finally loosen my cheeks and take off that plastic grin I wore all day. I had already changed out of that ugly dress and into some lightwashed jeans, nude tennis shoes and a striped crop top.
I got out, only grabbing my phone and leaving everything else to deal with tomorrow.
"Farie!"
I called out for my bestfriend/roommate as I walked down into the living room.
As I walked down the steps she was sitting on the couch with a blunt already held out to me.
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I quickly plopped on the couch and removed the lit blunt from her hand taking a long pull.
"So how was the country club with Barbie Boy?"
By Barbie Boy she meant Ryan.
"Hell. Ryan was pissed I left instead of staying and socializing with the other girlfriends. But what are you doing home so early?"
Safarie is a tattoo artist in Inglewood so for her to be home before 10 was rare due to the drive and traffic.
"I only had two appointments this morning and Raychel was taking walk-ins so I decided to make it a short day."
I nodded while going to my apple music app and hitting shuffle.
Girls x Abir blasted from the bluetooth speakers we had set up in the corners.
Safarie got up opening all the doors to our back porch letting the ocean breeze in.
I kicked off my shoes and sat crisscross on the couch, taking another pull from the blunt.
"Tacos tonight?"
I nodded even though she couldn't see me, knowing she would take my silence as a yes.
I sat back, puffing away on the blunt and thinking.
'Why am I still with Ryan? He doesnt care about me...just maintaining his image so his parents continue to support him. I know this is what my parents wanted for me but I dont know how much longer I can deal with this...'
"Marlee! Get the door!"
I snap out of my train of thought and continue to puff on the blunt as I walk back up the steps to the front door.
I swing open the door to see Ryan in all his asshole glory.
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"God what do you have on?"
I purposely blow smoke in his face ignoring his question.
"Why are you at my house?"
He fanned in front of him and scrunched up his face in disgust while eyeballing the less then half a blunt in my hand.
"I came to tell you about the charity event next weekend"
He handed me the invitation and i quickly scanned it.
"Be at my house two hours before so the team can try to perform a miracle"
I flicked my basically non existent blunt at him before slamming the door in his face and throwing my head back.
'mommy give me strength...'
"Tacos are ready!"
And just like that all the sad thoughts were gone...at least for now.
