Y/N POV
I get home and out of my car. Silently cursing myself at the fact I couldn't woman up and ask for Camila's number.
I leave my parent's food on the table, and rush up the stairs to my room before I have to deal with them. After what I heard before I left.. I.. I just couldn't. I lay back and eat my burrito, not even caring of the bits of rice and guac falling onto my shirt. The only thing on my mind is that Camila girl. Her brown eyes were so mesmerizing. Her lips so kis- *plop*
I look down to see that the last part of my burrito fell onto me.
"Oh, great." I laugh while I start picking bits off my shirt. Once I'm done I look it over. Noticing guac, sour cream, and the juice from pico de gallo are smeared all on my shirt. I look at the time its 8 pm. "Hm I have school tomorrow. I should probably attempt to sleep.. or I could just bug Dinah. Which sounds a lot better in my opinion." I mutter to myself, grabbing my phone.
To Dad Jeans: You up?
I chuckle at the contact name. It's a perfect way to describe her. Dad Jeans. I was gonna put dick jumper, but I don't need a slap in the head next time we meet.
Five minutes after, still nothing. I wait another five. Nothing.
"Bruh there's no way this bitch is sleeping." I say under my breath. I grab my phone and check. "Oh.. she sent something.. I just have my notifications off." Chuckling at my stupidity, I look at the text.
From Dad Jeans: Ya know a booty call is meant for after 12. Out here asking if I'm up at 8. Girl if you dont 😂🤣
To Dick Jumper: I only stay up for people worth my time.
From Dick Jumper: So nobody? 😂
To Dick Jumper: If you don't.. ole dick choking cant breathe ass bitch. Ole I need life alert to suck this dick having ass.
I laugh out loud as I swiftly come up with these roasts.
From Dick Jumper: You better stop before I get over there and whoop that ass.
To Dick Jumper: You just suck the fun outta everything dont ya.
From Dick Jumper: Yup boo, ya best appreciate it 😘
To Dick Jumper: Goodnight weird ass
From Dick Jumper: Goodnight dumbass
I put my phone on the charger and get up. I go open my duffel bag that has my basket ball jersey in it. I can't wait to go to try outs. I haven't played ball since I broke my wrist some months back. I look at it for a little bit longer, admiring the red to black gradient. Noticing all the perfect stitching and thinking of the time put in just to make one. After awhile, I put it back and take off my clothes. As soon as I'm fully naked, I turn my fan on and lay down. In my opinion, it's the perfect way to sleep. I drift off to sleep, feeling peaceful as ever.
A/N: I'm sorry for taking soooooo long to put out another chapter. I honestly fell into some shit (not literal) and had to work on my mentality for a little bit. Ya boi is back though, and idk. I really didn't think this story was gonna blow up when I had deleted wattpad.
