Cambridge Girl

Prologue

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My name is Kay Figueiredo and I'm a bitch. Not your 'Regina George' type bitch, I go to Cambridge College so...I'm a smart bitch. I work 5 days a week, party 4 times a week, and somehow maintain a pretty solid gpa. I work my ass off to make my immigrant parents proud.  I'm the middle child too, so you know I have to flex on my siblings.
I live in Cambridge, Mass in a shitty little apartment with my best friend Sky, who goes to Harvard. She's a smarter bitch.

We're just two girls from New York that have no time or desire to held down by anyone. Real independent bitches.

Sky's too smart to bother with some dumb nigga and like I said before I'm a bitch.

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"Skkkkyyyyyy," I whine, "Come on! You never go out!"

Sky rolled her eyes, " I told you I have a massive stats test Friday. I need to be prepared."

"But it's Tuesday! You have plenty of time to study," I argue. " PLUS you promised you'd go this week!!"

I hoped that the more I argued the better my chances were of convincing Sky come to dollar beers with me. Sky never goes out, she's always too busy studying to even consider having fun. Which is weird.

Sky sighed before looking back to her notes, "Maybe next time."

"Ughhhh fine, bitch. I'll see you later."

"Be quiet when you come back."

I rolled my eyes, " I promise to slam every door when I get back."
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Somehow dollar beers turned into tequila shots and by midnight I was fucking wasted. The bar was unusually packed even for dollar beers. There were bodies jammed together from wall to wall and I was wearing more beer than I had actually consumed.

"How'd your date go on Saturday?" My co-worker, Valè asked over the music.

"Ew Bitch. Ew."

Valè laughed, "Was it that bad?"

"Yes, Valè!" I replied taking a deep sip of my beer. "Mira, Michael is a cool dude but-"

"But what pendeja?" Valè interjected, "Mike is hot, smart, tall! He's studying to be a doctor so one day he'll have money."

I rolled my eyes in frustration. I knew all these things about Michael, I should have been ecstatic that Michael had asked me out on a date. He was a certified catch, and we vibed a little I guess. Truthfully, Michael was a little too safe, he never took risks and played by the books. Plus he didn't understand my love of Young Thug and that just didn't sit well with me.

"He's a good dude but he's boring. All he talked about was school and his mom. He has no hobbies whatsoever outside of studying and Diana told me her friend Serena fucked him once and that he has a small dick. So no gracias, I'll pass sis."

"So I guess that explains why you never texted me back..."

Valè laughed so hard beer flew out of her nose as I turned to face to face with Michael.

"Hey Michael..."

Fuck. 🤦🏽‍♀️

I fucking hate this prologue but whatever it can only get better from here! Lol. This story is the companion story to Harvard Boy by bestie trapmulan! So definitely check it out! Cause you'll need to read that story to kinda understand this one! Lemme know what you think!

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