Baddies/ Omaha

thirty-one ❁

99% of the time when i do written chapters im at school so sorryyy

Dereks POV

"Nate bro, Jaycee blocked me," I said. "How thats my problem?" he chuckled. "What the fuck did I even do," I questioned. Nate smacked his lips then making a stank face, "now you know what the fuck you did." I rolled my eyes, "In my defense i didn't think she'd be there!"

"Boy shut up talking to me," he says putting attention on his phone. "Just because you and Kenn have a perfect little relationship or whatever y'all are, doesn't mean everybody does," I complain.

"Did somebody say me and Kennedy have a perfect relationship, no shut yo' retarded ass up," he demanded. I rolled my eyes flying back on the bed. "Where is Kennedy anyway?" I raise my head.

"With Sammy getting something for Stass," He responded. "Do you ever like, suspect more than a friendship between them?" I asked curiously.

Nate rolled his eyes, "Kennedy doesn't like Sam, and Stass and her are close, she wouldn't do that," he snapped. "Someone's uptight," i murmured.

"Why is G asking where Jj is?" Nate looks at me. "I do-" I was interrupted by a chime on my own phone. "Sky just asked ME where Jaycee was," I pulled my eyebrows together.

"They said meet then in the lobby," Nate stood up, I followed him as we exit the room.

"Skate!" Emma squealed, jumping on him. It was her first time seeing him since he landed last night. "We're trying to find Jj and Jayc, Emma," I stated. "Piss off Cin- I mean Derek," she smirks.

I tensed up, catching up with the group as we left.

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"Guys we've been all over Vegas," Sky sighed. "Check they social media," Kennedy jumped, happy she had an idea. I chuckled, at how much she talks like Nate.

"Guys they went and got fucking breakfast together," Emma laughed. "What!" Kennedy shouted clutching Emmas phone. "I know, they had us worried," Sky sighed.

"No, they got breakfast without me!" She spits. "That's not the problem here!" I shouted. "Well than whats the fucking problem because we know where they at!" she began hollering.

Hayes wrapped his arm around her and Emma, walking them around the corner. "I'm gonna go get Jayc and Johnson," Sky spoke. "I'll go with you," Gilinsky jogged after her.

"Does everyone here hate me?" I ran my hands through my hair. "D, chill, the girls are obviously gone' be pissed at you, you kinda fucked over they bestfriend," he reasoned.

"I didn't fuck her over!" I tug at my hair. "Whatever bro," he shrugged. "What are we doing today?" I puzzled. "I dunno, Sky is picking this time," He pulled his brows together. "Lets go find Hayes and them," I stood.

We made our way around the corner Hayes,Kenn, and Emma previously turned. "Donut shop," we say in unison.

The aroma of dough and chocolate filled the room. Each of our friends had their own little box of half a dozen donuts. I didn't wanna buy my own donuts, so I was just gonna snag one from one of my food loving friends who had the best kind.

I saw Emma pull a donut with chocolate and sprinkles from a pastel purple box, I didn't ask for hers because that is the second most basic donut ever.

On her right, Hayes pulled a Donut with coconut shavings from a pastel blue box, coconut is just plain disgusting and looks like toe nails,I prayed Kennedy had something better.

I looked to see her hand close a pastel yellow box, her left hand containing a funnel cake donut, which is just a glazed donut with powdered sugar. I groan, making my way to the line.

"Welcome to Pastels Donuts how may I help you?" The guy infront of me booms. "Can I get a half a dozen of cereal topped donuts, the combo," I ordered.

"What cereals sir?" he asked. "Fruity pebbles and Coco pebbles," I shrug. ""5.34 please."

I handed him my money, as he passed me the box of heaven. I sat across from Nate opening my box, one donut being immediately snatched. "Hayes why'd you guys decide to come here?" I quizzed.

"You got Kenn fired up and food always calms her down, plus they have a Pastels Donuts in LA and New York so I knew her and Emma could benefit from eating here," He confirmed.

"Whats the point of the Pastel part?" I question. "The boxes are pastel, didn't you pick yours?" he asked confusingly. "No, he didn't give me the option," I shrugged.

"Lets go," Kennedy grabbed one of my donuts