Mariah Oneshots

8th Grade Rough [pt. 2]

****Whitney's POV****

I was writing out and organizing the information that I had been given about Mariah, and she was supposed to be doing the same. However, I was getting the uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched.....so I temporarily stopped writing and looked up, only to be met with Mariah's intense staring.

"I-is there something wrong, Mariah?" I questioned, confused as to why she was staring at me.

"Why do you think something's wrong?" Mariah asked, a smirk on her face.

"Because you're staring at me." I answered.

"That doesn't mean something's wrong, though. Maybe I like the way your hair is today.....maybe I just think you're pretty." Mariah shrugged.

"Say.....you got a boyfriend, Wilma?" she continued, propping her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. I rolled my eyes at her calling me 'Wilma', knowing that she purposely called me that to get under my skin. She and I had been working on the English assignment for over three weeks at this point, so I knew that she knew that my name was actually Whitney and not 'Wilma' by then.

"Uhm, no....I'm not allowed to have a boyfriend." I truthfully answered.

"Well, why not?! You're pretty enough to have a boyfriend!" Mariah exclaimed.

"Well, I-"

"Aye Jamie, come here!" Mariah called, and her brother came up to the table.

"What, Riah?" he questioned.

"Don't you think Wilma is real pretty? Wouldn't you think that she's got a boyfriend?" the blonde asked her brother, who nodded in response.

"Sure!! She's beautiful! Hell, I'd be her boyfriend if I were in y'all grade!!" Jamie affirmed, grinning and winking at me. 

"Shit, I'd be her boyfriend!" Mariah declared, causing me to look at her like she had five heads while Jamie just snickered.

"Obviously, I mean....ever since you got assigned this project, all you do is talk about her. 'Whitney is so smart!' 'Whitney is so pretty!' It's all we've heard over the past 3 weeks!" Jamie teased Mariah.

"Yo, shut the fuck up dickhead!!" Mariah spat, punching Jamie in his chest. Jamie just chuckled as he made his way out of the kitchen, leaving Mariah and me in a brief and awkward silence.

"Mariah? Did you mean it? Do you r-really think I'm pretty?" I questioned, and she sighed.

"Yeah....so what? It's not a big deal, I mean....I think lots of girls are pretty." Mariah mumbled, shifting in her seat.

"You think a lot of girls are pretty?" I asked, her response surprising me a bit.

"That's what I just said, Wilma. What? You suddenly deaf or something?" she responded, her signature attitude coming back to replace her discomfort.

"N-no, well....it's just....can I ask you something?" I stuttered, afraid that if I wasn't careful she'd be offended.

"You just did...." she rolled her eyes, and I pouted a little.

"Well go on!! Ask your damn question!" Mariah continued.

"How.....how do you feel about boys?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"Boys are fun to play with, much less whiny and wimpy than girls are. Some of them are gross, but nothing I ain't seen from my brothers before." Mariah answered, very matter of fact.

"What about dating boys?" I softly questioned, and she made a weird face.

"I dunno....I've never thought about dating boys. I-It's not anything I've given much thought." she said, twirling a blonde curl around her finger.