unforgettable ✧ smokepump

SIX

"gaz, stop being dramatic, i don't hate you."

gazzy

i don't know why i had hope that i had a chance with omar.

i thought that between that compliment he gave me that day, telling me i smell good and i look cute in his clothes, me waking up to seeing him sniffing me like a dog, and overall being nicer to me was me wearing him down, but nope, it wasn't it.

so it made things awkward, because i obviously liked him, and he was obnoxiously straight, so clearly he wasn't interested in me.

i don't know why i do this all the time, why i always fall for straight men and get surprised when they're well...straight, but it's a habit i needed to break asap.

it was a couple of days before school let out for the summer, which meant we didn't really do shit in class but watch movies all day. some teachers were annoying enough to give us work even though it obviously wouldnt count towards our grade because finals were done, but for the most part the last week of school was chill.

"man, fuck mr. cole." i complained as i stood outside of the school at the end of the day. "all that nigga wants to do is give lectures about our generation all day, shut your prehistoric ass up."

diego laughed at my rant. "for real, i'm glad i won't have him next year. he looks homeless."

"anyway, did metri ever call you after our date last week?" i asked him, already knowing the answer because i spotted a fading hickey on the side of his neck.

he blushed and smiled weakly at my question. "uh, yeah. i came over his house to uh....help him wash his car."

that's the worst lie i've ever heard, for fuck's sake.

"oh, i didn't know that washing a car causes hickeys to appear on your neck," i clicked my tongue at him. "if you got some dick, just say you got some dick."

he sighed at me, the blush on his face growing even redder before he piped up in a small voice "car sex is really fun."

my mind couldn't resist putting thoughts in my head about omar fucking me in a car. would his big ass even be able to find a position that could make him fit in the backseat? i guess we'll never know.

"must be nice," i huffed.

like i said, all of my friends were getting dick but me. diego had metri, jah had that fat musty dude, and i had my fingers and a vivid imagination.

"anyways, i'm about to walk to the house. i'll talk to you when i get home," i said as i began to walk away.

"bye gaz, i hope you get to wash omar's car!" diego shouted after me loud as fuck, a bunch of people turning around looking confused.

sometimes i just didn't know about that boy.

i continued to walk home, my headphones plugged into my ears as i listened to music and my thoughts drifted.

i wasn't even walking for 3 minutes, when i noticed a black car pulling up next to me, and what i saw next made me want to piss myself and die right on the spot

"look y'all, it's faggy garcia!" tay called out loud enough for the entire block to hear as he hopped out of the car along with his friends, jay, nick, and kentrell.