"cuz i'm icey, wifey haters wanna fight me" - saweetie
Lolani
waking up in my apartment, i roll my eyes at the sound of my alarm clock on my phone. i turn it off before yawning. my phone goes off and i lean over and grab it.
palmir - get tf up and get ready before i finess your wenis
me - it's too early for your headassary
i place my phone down before getting my ass up an going through my drawers and put some pink panties on and some loose sweat shorts on. i close the dresser and open up another and get out a white crop top that only went up when i lift my arms up.
after moisturizing myself up i then pull some on some low cut socks and my slip on white vans. i grab my rubber band and tie my hair up in a messy ass bun at the top of my head.
i grab my backpack and then walk out the room, but i had to go back and get my phone and headphones. my orange backpack sat on my shoulder as i sent my streaks on snap.
"lola, what you want for breakfast?" my best friend and roommate palmir asked. i stuck my phone into my pocket and shrugged. her accent popped as she spoke.
"nothing i'm cool, but im finna be late to professor lockman's class if i don't leave" i said grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"finna ain't a word" she said smirking. i just look at her with a blank look.
"still finna use it though" i said shaking my head.
"alright, bye my congolese queen" i said kissing her cheek before she laughed.
"bye my mixed queen" she said back making me shake my head.
"aye wait" she said making me turn around. i turn around and see something coming at my face and i catch it quickly.
clout goggles.
"don't forget to be headass sweetie" she said making me shake my head before putting them on. i smile then walked out the apartment and to the garage to get to my car.
it was my 3rd year attending Berkeley University on a full scholarship and my ass had to keep my grades up.
yea, i'm mixed but ya see i'm not the light skin, light eyes, i can wake up and do nothing to my hair type shit. i am a smooth milk chocolate with a recent pimple on my cheek since i decided it was okay to skip my face routine. yea my hairs curly, and i didn't really do anything to it, but fuck, it's school, college that it and plus i look crazy as fuck any way.
i pull up into the parking lot of college getting my backpack and speed walking to my business/management class getting their right on time and taking a seat.
i take my notes like a good noodle earning looks since i had these headass clout goggles on. as i right the stuff down i crack my neck and see a guy. first thing i notice is his bright ass orange jacket. his glasses on his face and he was furiously writing in his notebook.
i turn my head and go back to my notes before an hour and a half pass and class was finally over. 2 more classes and then i get to relax in my car before i have to work.
