my princess/x

chapter 13

^jahsehh❤️^

Why the fuck did he kiss me? I mean he keeps sending me mixed signals; I kinda like him but at the same time I don't think we would be good together. Why am I overthinking? It's just a kiss?

I pulled back. "What was that for?"

"I just, I didn't want you to leave."

I stared at him.

"Do you still like Reign?"

"Yeah. I mean, I don't really know why I did that. I guess I felt like I had to."

"Oh." I said, slightly disappointed.

I kicked my feet into the mulch, the brown dust getting on my Huaraches.

"The reason I got in trouble was because I fought Isaiah."

"Wait what the fuck?"

"Yeah sorry." He shrugged.

"Why?"

"He was cuddling next to some random girl and I knew you two are dating, and you're my friend so I had to defend you. I just think it was wrong."

"You're serious?" I said, 90% sure my face turned bright red, with anger.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"I trusted him." I said, with tears in my eyes. "He promised." I sighed.

"I should talk to him." I added.

"I'll come with you. Where's he live?" He got up.

I looked around, then looked at my feet again.

"I should go alone."

"Nah, i don't want him to try and pull some shit." He said, balling up his fists.

"Okay, but you won't be there when I talk to him. You'll have to hide in a bush or next to his house or sum."

"Okay."

We left the park and headed out, walking across the long, dark pavement road. "So where's this fucker live?"

"On 6th."

"Aight."

We talked and caught up the rest of the walk, Jahseh also ding dong ditched some poor lady, who almost called the cops on us.

"Jahseh wait up!" I called to him, panting because he was running from the lady's house. "What the fuck, why'd you do that?"

"It's fun." He chuckled.

"How is taunting some poor woman fun?" I said, my hands on my knees, panting even harder.

He only laughed more. "Ion know chica, try it sometime and you might get why."

"No way in hell am I gonna do that. That's the kind of dumb shit my brother does."

He looked surprised. "Wait is your brother Tristan?"

I must've looked confused, staring into his eyes. "Yeah why?" I shrugged.

"Nothin, he's pretty chill and cool though. I have 3 classes with him. Isn't he dating that cheerleader bitch?"

"Gina?" I stammered.

"That's the one. Stokeley thinks she has a nice ass."

"Ew."

He laughed. "How far away are we from this guys house!"

"I don't know, like 7 blocks."

"Perfect."

"What?"

"Just enough time to ding dong ditch someone."

"I don't do that childish ass shit, I already told you that." I walked away.

"C'mon. I'll give you $50." He smirked, holding up a $50 bill.

I paused, thinking about that new eyeshadow palette I wanted, the one with the pretty metallic pigments.

"Fine, but just this once." I glared.

He smiled, overjoyed. He looked down onto the grey concrete road, then glanced over to a worn out house- actually more like a shack. It was decorated with rusty signs of all different colors and messages, like "Caribou Crossing", even though there's no Caribou in Brooklyn, and crusty eggshell paint that looked like it hadn't been touched up in years. It's door was been all messed up and crooked, looking like it's also been taken over and infested with termites. The windows were painted black so nobody could peer in, either. Probably a drug dealer or serial killers house.

"No way, I'll probably catch Herpes or something if I even step on that old ass porch. Give me another house, I don't wanna be killed."

"Nah, it has to be THAT house." he pointed.

I looked up at him, seeing him carrying an almost evil grin.

"Fine." I spoke coldly.

I creeped up across the thin road and over the dead grass patch over to his "house".

I rang his doorbell, awaiting the ding which would signal me to hop the fuck off of his porch and turn the corner with Jahseh. Unfortunately, his doorbell neglected to make the noise I was expecting, instead I was greeted with the loud sound of nothingness.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, then knocked on the door softly, with no response given. This time, I knocked probably way harder then I should have.

"Who the FUCK is there?" A man with a raspy voice said, getting up and making footsteps getting louder and louder as they came closer to the door.

Without even thinking, I ran off the porch and turned the corner, Jah trailing behind, speeding up. We heard the slam of his barely functioning door. "Stop right there!" A middle aged man in a worn, dirty ass bathrobe yelled, with a blunt between his ugly, crusty fingers said, running off his porch to catch the rowdy teenagers that did so much as disturb his creepy peace.

"Sorry!" I yelled.

"He's not gonna catch us though, after we turn this corner, and hide behind a house, he'll keep running past, don't you worry."

I looked behind, seeing the near ruined man jogging as fast as he could, with cigarette smoke almost climbing out from his lungs, struggling to reach the surface, as if he hasn't even ran in about a good decade.

We eventually turned the shady corner, hiding behind a nicer, cleaner, 2 story house. And just like Jahseh said, almost if on cue, the poor, gross man struggled to run straight past us.

"Aight let's go, and go find your bOyfRieNd"

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