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SEVEN

"stop talking down on yourself gaz, you fine"

gazzy

"aye, you know how to do a handstand twerk?"

jahseh and i were in his bedroom, just chilling and doing stupid shit because we were off of school for the summer, and we were bored as hell so we just sat in his room and compared our dancing styles.

"nah, i don't know how to," i answered truthfully, "it seems hard. what if i fall and break my neck?"

jahseh rolled his eyes before getting out of bed. "it's not even that hard, all you gotta do is-" he attempted to demonstrate it to me, but when he tried to stand upside down, he fell over into his dresser.

"fuck!" he exclaimed, and i got out of bed to help him up.

"oh my god, jah are you okay?"

"i'm good, i just be clumsy," he laughed it off after i helped him up.

"here, lemme teach you how to belly dance," i replied before flipping up the oversized shirt i was wearing - which was another one of omar's posessions. i don't know why i loved wearing his clothes so much, since the smell of fry grease isn't the most pleasing to my nose, but something about it made me feel warm inside.

i flipped up my shirt, revealing my stomach and my navel piercing, and i began to swivel my hips in a circular motion as i played chantaje by shakira on my phone.

i moved my hips perfectly to the beat, i was a pro at belly dancing. i mean, i am columbian after all. if i didn't know how to belly dance, i'd be an embarassment to columbia.

"aye, you should film this and post it on insta," jahseh suggested as he watched me dance. "you gon make so many niggas thirsty, shit, i'm lowkey thirsty and i'm a whole bottom."

i chuckled at his comment."just post it on yours and tag me in it, i don't feel like getting my phone, i'm too into it right now."

jahseh grabbed his phone and began to film me, "i just hope stoke don't leave no thirsty comment, ima have to cut him if he do," he grumbled as he filmed my dance.

"nah, he's not gonna thirst over me when he has you. you're like at&t and i'm metro pcs," i replied as i continued circling my hips to the beat of the song.

"don't make me get up and smack you, stop talking down on yourself gaz, you fine." he sucked his teeth at me.

i danced to the rest of the song in silence, moving my core in a way that you only see the most high end of stippers do. my belly dancing skills would put all these little 13 year old thots on musical.ly to shame, know that.

at the end of the video i even turned around and shook my ass a little before  i went and sat back down on jahseh's bed.

"alright, now post it," i unlocked my phone and went to the instagram app, and soon i got the notification that jahseh had mentioned me in a video.

i clicked on the video, and not even 30 seconds after it was posted went by before i saw thirsty comments and heart eyes and drooling faces all in the comments.

it made me feel good about myself honestly. sometimes i could get insecure about myself because between all of my friends, i was definitely the least popular one if that made sense. all of my other friends had lit ass social lives and they were always getting asked out on dates and hit on, and then there was me. a person who didn't have a social life outside of my 2 friends.