"I'm everything that you shouldn't get involved with, baby girl", he said smirking as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette. I was mesmerized by the man and I couldn't look away from his eyes. "You don't seem so bad", I responded absentmindedly. H...
'I'm hip hop not k-pop fuck you neowa neoui gihoegsa Michin dongmul-won gat-eun gayogye neoui sajang-eun neone sayugsa Daeche nuga nal aewandongmulcheoleom kiwo gwansim-e geuleohge michyeossnya This ain't life of pie nan yasaeng holang-i neonedeul jab-a meog-eoda Like k. dot I go do do! at your whole crew what you gonna do I ain't social kkeojyeo chinhancheoghajima step back I don't know you',
-B-Free (Who the F*ck Is U {Jay Park ft. B-Free & TakeOne}) ________
Aaliyah
The school's yearbooks are being released today and just about every person I have encountered today has gotten on my nerves. Everywhere I went people were talking about that stupid book. It's just a picture book filled with memories of people you barely know. I do not associate with these people at this school any more than I have to for school. So why would I want a picture book to remind me of them?
"Damn, I look bomb as fuck in this picture", an all too familiar voice gushed flipping through the yearbook. I rolled my eyes giving them a drawl stare. "You said that three pictures ago, Zayn", I commented. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "So, I look bomb in every one of 'em too", he retorted before turning the page and redirecting his eyes to the photo album once again. I shook my head letting out a sigh as I folded my arms on top of my desk resting my arms on them.
We are in our favorite teacher's class and if you guessed that we are in Professor King's class then you guessed right. She still gives me the evil eyes every time that she sees me, but I could care less. I just ignore her just as I always have. She from time to time makes snide remarks that Zayn has taken it upon himself to always respond to on my behalf. That just seems to make her even more agitated but that is not my problem. She has a problem with me while I have none at all.
"Look, baby girl. We look so fucking cute", Zayn called sliding the yearbook onto my desk for me to see, hitting me on the arm. I glowered at him, but al he did was roll his eyes pushing the book until I raised my head moving my arms to make room for it. I looked at the book seeing the picture he had been trying to show me. My eyes softened at the sight of the two of us in the photo album.
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"We a sexy ass couple, yeah?", he asked lowly. I absent-mindedly nodded my head in agreement. We did look good together. I smiled softly spotting another picture of us together at a Grammy's themed party.
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