She Wants What She Hates ~ Ally/You (G!P)

03

I bring my car to a slow halt outside of the small mansion. I sigh, checking the time. 2:30am. Deciding that since I gotta go with this bullshit, I park and get out, straightening my Boots To Asses T-shirt. My dad got some dope ass merch.

I trudge up the walkway to the house, sighing again, I ring the doorbell. I stuff my hands in the pockets of my joggers, waiting impatiently. After a few seconds, the door swings open.

"Ugh, you" the green eyed girl says, glaring at me. "Well, hello to you, too, Jaguar."

"Its 'Jauregui'."

"Anyway, Jump rope, where's Ally?" She rolls her eyes at me purposely fucking up her name. "Ally, the Asshole is here for you," she calls out. I roll my eyes at the name. "Listen, Johnson," she starts. "Hurt her, in anyway. Make her cry...even make her sad and I'm coming at you with razor blades and lemon juice to your little buddy," she glares.

My eyes widen as I cup myself, "Chill, bruh." She smiles sarcastically. "Then I suggest you treat her right. PR or not." Just then, Ally appears beside Jack-in-the-box, pushing pass me, "C'mon, let's get this over with."

I shrug, "A'ight. Bye, Jimmy Neutron," smirking. She groans in annoyance, closing the door.

We get to my car and I open the passenger side for her. She gets in without a word. Better for me; I don't have to hear her nagging. I close her door, jogging to my side. I get in, start the car, and pull off.

I steal a quick glance of the shorty, shaking my head when I see she has her arms crossed over her chest and she's facing out the window. I turn up the radio, bopping my head to the music. The song was coming to an end, and I frown slightly until my song came on. I turn it up louder, "This my shit!"

Ally looks over at me with an annoyed look, leaning towards the window as I start rapping.

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me
If you wanted to
These expensive, these is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes
Hit the store, I can get 'em both
I don't wanna choose
And I'm quick, cut a nigga off
So don't get comfortable
Look, I don't dance now
I make money moves
Say I don't gotta dance
I make money move
If I see you and I don't speak
That means I don't fuck with you
I'm a boss, you a worker bitch
I make bloody moves

All of a sudden, my music gets turned down and I look over at the woman, "Uh, the fuck?" She has this squint that my dad would give me when I'd done something wrong. "Can you not swear in front of me, Y/N?" She says, raising her voice slightly.

"What are you, 5? Like seriously, Lil Mama, you gotta lighten up un poco," I chuckle, shaking my head. My high ponytail tickling my neck. "I'm just asking if you don't swear. Keyword, 'asking'," she huffs. "And I'm just saying, get the fuck off my dick," I shrug.

She doesn't say anything, so I turn my radio up.

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We get to the breakfast diner, sitting across each other. I get on my phone, seeing the two youngest of my boys texted me.

Randon Ar-kansas:

-how's the date with Ally? 😏 sent 2:53am

Me:

Bruh, Lisa Jaguar was bitchin soon as I knockd on the fckn door, vato! 😒 sent 2:56am

Z Kiwi:

You got any fruit snacks? sent 2:47am

Me: