un·fazed
ˌənˈfāzd/
adjective
not disconcerted or perturbed.
"No one loves me. No one is going to." Loyalty Nina Parker, a senior at Crenshaw High, thought that for a long time. Born and raised in Hyde Park, L.A., Loyalty's life seems to be a blur. A...
"I see that we made the team," Diana commented, looking at the bulletin board that was covered in fliers. It has been a whole week since tryouts and the subject has been on my mind all morning.
I blankly looked at the italicized names on the white piece of copy paper. "Yeah, we did," I dragged as I spotted my name. I looked at the bottom of the paper and saw the note that read, 'All members of the cheerleading team report to the locker room during 4th period.'
"They got me messed up. 4th period is my study hall where I catch some Z's," Diana remarked rolling her neck. I giggled at her statement and gestures.
"Girl, you are a fool. I'll catch up with you later, though," I stated, walking towards my locker.
When I got to my locker, Taylor wasn't there like she usually was. Instead, I was greeted by Rodney and our 3D model we created a couple months ago.
"What's up, Lo-Lo. You look beautiful as always," he flirted flashing his off-white colored teeth. My new 24 inch Peruvian sew-in was flowing with every step I took. I simply styled the flat ironed hair in a middle part. I sported a fitted white tank top, dark denim jeans that I purchased from Fashion Nova and yellow and black Air Jordan 1's. My big gold bamboo heart-shaped earrings and glossy lips completed the look.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself," I replied. Who was I kidding? Rodney had a fresh Caesar cut with his 360 waves on swim, and two diamond earrings that brought out his milk chocolate-colored skin, gleamed from his ears. There was not one piece of lint on his black Nike sweatsuit and not a scuff on his original tan-colored timberlands.
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"Well, we got a A+ and I was wondering if you wanted to keep it. We worked really hard on it," he said. I scanned the project, looking at the masterpiece we created.
"No, you could keep it. That is if you want to," I replied, going into my locker and getting out my school iPad and some multicolored pens.
"I guess I'll keep it. We worked too hard to let this beautiful motherfucka go to waste." I giggled at his extra comment while closing and locking my locker.
"So, do you want to go to lunch with me? I'll pay. Ya'know Chic-Fil-A is your favorite," he asked out of nowhere, walking me to class.
"Hm, let me think about that. I do like Chic-Fil-A," I pondered out loud tapping on my chin.
"How about no. She got somebody to go out to lunch with," Julian answered for me coming out of nowhere. Uh Oh.
"I'll see you later, Rodney," I called out as I attempted to go to the ladies' restroom.
"Bye, shorty," I heard him reply outside the bathroom.
Julian soon entered after me. The toilet flushed and some Hispanic girl came out the stall, chomping on a wad of bubble gum.
