my princess/x

chapter 15

bad vibes forever💔
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word of the day: des·o·late
adjective
adjective: desolate
ˈdesələt/Submit
1.
(of a place) deserted of people and in a state of bleak and dismal emptiness.

"What's she doing here?" I asked Jahseh.

Curiously, he tried to peak out from the bars. He saw who I saw, Reign. "I didn't really tell you but we've been talking for some time. She must really care about me to come here."

I turn back to her, as she's making her way towards Jahseh, her basic checkered vans tapping against the dirty concrete floor. She gets closer, completely ignoring me and basically pushing past me.

She sets her black, leather purse down on one of the plastic waiting chairs, giving me a dirty look in the process. I flash her one back.

She attempts to hug Jahseh through the iron bars, digging her cheap, plastic looking acrylics into his back. "I came as soon as I heard." She says, trying to sound sweet.

I roll my eyes.

"Had to beat Isaiah's ass. He was messing with my friend." He responds, a little uncomfortable.

She places her hands on his face. "Are you okay?" She fake cries. She then kissed him on the lips.

Annoyed, slightly grossed out, and a little jealous, I leave the station uncomfortably. I see Reign give me the side eye as I walk out. She has him distracted though, so he himself barely noticed.

I push open the glass doors and quickly pull out my phone, dialing up Nylas number so she can come pick me up.

The soft beep which signaled the call was left to go to the voicemail. "Hey, this is Nyla. I'm not at the phone right now, feel free to leave a message." I hung up, tired of all this bad luck.

Before I knew it, too, it started to rain, and the sky turned into an inauspicious grey, signaling the weather would not soon pass over.

Not in the mood to talk or ride with anybody else, I just decided to walk home.

My sneakers were getting wet, but at this point I didn't really care. I still had about 10 blocks to go, though. Not that good.

I put my phone and wallet into my coat and zipped it up, and I started to walk along the cement side walk back to my house. I checked the time on my gold watch: 6:47. My mom is going to kill me.

After about 4 or 5 blocks, a tall white guy in his mid 20s or so, with shaggy blonde hair and acne, comes up to me.

TW: ATTEMPTED RAPE, KIDNAPPING

"Hey baby, you need a ride? Or someone to walk with?"

I ignore him and keep walking.

"C'mon, pretty chick like you needs a man to keep her company you know? I'll treat you so right, just come with me okay?"

"I'm okay, thanks." I respond politely.

"Don't be like that babygirl." He says, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Leave me alone! The fuck you want?" I scream.

He then tried to slide his hand up my shirt, but some guy stops him.

"Leave her the hell alone or I'm calling the cops." A short, tan young man(about 17 or 18) with straight black hair motions.

The other man runs away in the opposite direction, leaving me crying with anxiety.

TW OVER

"You okay?" The guy asks.

"No." I bury my sobbing mess of a face in his chest. "It's okay. Where do you need to go? Home? My cars over there."

I nod, shaking.

I ser my bag down in his car, which has a student ID on the front. Before I get in though I text Nyla a picture of the license plate, just in case I go missing or whatever.

"You go to Tealo?"

"Yeah I'm a senior. Why do you?"

"Yeah."

The rest of the drive home was silent, and he drops me off at my destination, thankfully. He gives me his number in case I need help with anything else.

I stumble into my house, and set my bag down.

"Where the hell have you been?" My mom yells.

"Hello to you too." I answer, sarcastically.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Oh shit, I regret it.

"I meant I was with Nyla."

"Thought so" She sighs, in a good mood for once.

I then go into my room to cry, replaying the whole situation in my head. And thinking of my new "friend." Also if I like Jahseh or not..
In the midst of it all, my phone starts ringing. I ignore it, continuing to bury my face in my pillow and cry.

The the voicemail comes on, and I hear the familiar voice of the boy I may or may not like.

"Hey Bianca, meet me in the park at 11:00 tonight. I need to talk to you."

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