I arrived home and i saw my mom sitting at the kitchen table with vashon. she looked mad as hell and just by the way she looked at me,I knew i was about to get it!!!
"where the fuck were you y/n"
"i was at diors house"
"listen to me clearly I don't give a FLYING FUCK about how mad you are at me do you understand?"
"yes ma"
"now when i call your fuckin phone you answer that shit.. had me worried today thinking something happened to you"
"I'm sorry"
"no y/n don't say sorry just don't do it again "
I walked away and rolled my eyes FUCK OUTTA HERE! she got me fucked up yelling at me and shit. She doesn't understand I have a mind of my own and if i don't wanna answer my phone i don't! I'm not living under "mommy's Rules" anymore. I Will be 16 I know 16 is the age when you're not grown Yet but I've been through alot of shit and when i turn SIXTEEN I'm gonna start not giving a fuck because i give a fuck so much that people are taking advantage of that! since nobody listens to me why should I listen? alright then
-7:45 pm -
I walked in my room and started getting my outfit ready for tonight ,I had to get my mind off of what happened a couple minutes ago. while I'm putting my outfit together jalen walks in my room! I told this Nigga don't come in here
"jalen now you know ion want you in here"
"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come to a party with me tonight" he walked closer to me
" nah I'm good..have fun tho"
He said okay and rubbed my booty...like did he just? then he said "oh sorry my hands get out of control sometimes" Fuckin liar,pervert,nasty ass,disgusting ass,nigga! I started running out of time so I got my Jean skirt and tang top that said Loyal with my silver sandals. With this outfit I better enjoy myself tonight.
I left the house without saying a word and went back to Diors house. when I went inside her mom wasn't home so she still must be at work. I walked down the hall looking for Dior and I saw her in the bathroom doing her make-up. She looked really pretty with her back length curly hair and her red lip stick. she looked different, basically a side of Dior i don't remember EVER seeing before.
she looked at me and and said "let's go, don't wanna be late"
we left her house and on our way to August Alsina's house we go
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