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"Girl you look cute as hell , why though?" Giselle asked me as we walked to the lockeroom.
"What you mean ?"
"Tryna look cute for somebody huh ? Maybe Klay ?" She teased. I hit her arm.
"No. I'm not."
I was bullshitting. I wanted him to tell me I looked nice. I loved hearing his compliments. After the release party , I always wanted to dress for his attention and I don't know why.
"Then who ?"
"Somebody else." I smirked at her , eluding her away from the idea that I was dressed nice for Klay.
"And who is that ?"
"Secret." I told her. She rolled her eyes and opened the door into the locker room. I felt their eyes stare at me and JaVale rubbed his fingers over my braids.
"Damn this shit tight as hell." He said, touching them. I pulled my hand away from him and put my hand up in his face.
"Stop touching me." He smacked my hand and I put it back up , ready to fight.
"Y'all need to stop. Stop being childish."
"Yeah stop being childish Lindy." I said, calling him by the middle name that he hated dearly.
"Really Gaspara ?"
I flicked him off and rolled my eyes.
"Where's Klay ?"
"Your boyfriend over there in the corner." He said before laughing. I shoved him before walking off to see Klay sitting in the corner , reading a newspaper alone.
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