|Trust Issues Z.M.|

D'Martinez.

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"Yo, Martinez!"

"It's D'Martinez, dumbass." Nash's voice was coated with a thick layer of disgust as she stared at the cheerleader before her.

"I just wanted to talk."

"About?" Nash rolls her eyes, stopping the car at the curb of the street.

"About what you saw..I'm so sor-"

"Stephanie or Melanie?" Nash cuts her off rudely.

She knew what she was saying was rude but it had to happen.

Stephanie was the girl who helped Jake cheat.

"Melanie. I'm sorry about my sister, she's such a bitch. And you really dont deserve getting cheat on and I'm so sorry."

"Its not your fault you're related to that fake ass hoe who desperately should consider lipo."

"I'm glad you feel that way." Melanie flashed her pretty, white smile.

Nash sighed from inside her classic red Ferrari convertible.

Melanie seemed nice; she couldn't just leave her to walk alone.

"Get in loser we're going shopping." Nash quoted mean girls.

Jesse looked at Nash then at the girl before getting out of the car.

Like the gentlemen he was, he sat in the backseat and allowed Melanie the passenger seat.

"Are we actually?"

"Duh, Jess and I have to match for the dance on Friday. Are you going to the dance?"

"I dont have any dr-"

"Don't worry about that."

"No I coul-"

"Yes you could and you will. Now shush and meditate to my wifey." Nash grins, turning up the radio loudly which played Rihanna.

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"I think he should get this tie, right?" Nash asked Melanie for her opinion, holding the tie up against Jesse's neck.

"Maybe this one."

"I was testing you, and you passed." Nash smiled, picking up the expensive tie on the rack.