my princess/x

chapter 24

i know this picture has nothing to do with X but I love sza so much she's such a baddie omf

Word Count: 1865

-as of right now the only picture I've seen of Yume rn is of his feet via cleos' ig but omg I saw him and my heart actually melted you guys

Our trip was coming to an end soon, another week passed which meant we had only a couple days left in the famous European country.

Jahseh and I had gotten closer and Nyla could now tolerate him, which was good, I think. Tonight we were ordered to stay in our rooms since they had nothing planned, which pretty much gave us "disobedient children" an opportunity to go do drugs, have sex, and drink alcohol all night. Little did I know I'd only find myself doing one of those things later tonight.

I was about to change into my pajamas and head to bed or finally watch Sex Education or whatever it was called on Netflix; Nyla just wanted me to watch it. However, my phone rudely interrupted my nightly activities as I received a text from my crush, Jahseh.

Jahseh💘❓: Hey boo wassup

I paused and felt my face flush red. My smile crunched up and i looked up at the ceiling, wondering what to reply. My red acrylics anxiously tapped the back of my phone case until I finally mustered up enough courage to type a reply.

Me: about to do nothing lmao wbu..?

I bit my bottom lip hesitantly, waiting for a response, until my phone vibrates signaling he had done so.

Jahseh💘❓: yuh just wanted to see if you wanted to go out 🤷🏾‍♂️

I froze, my chocolate eyes widely perplexed, glaring at the grey, pixelated bubble. I started typing a response, in spite of attempting to conjure up a logical answer, my keyboard just now ended up looking like a bunch of gibberish. He must have known I was confused, so he quickly replied.

Jahseh💘❓: dont trip, i meant to walk around🤣

I felt stupid.

Me: uh sure, just give me an hour to get ready ok?

Jahseh💘❓: wow i seem pretty important that your taking an hour to get ready for a walk, cya then ig

I gave the screen I weird look, because what he said made no sense. I shrugged.

Me: *you're

read 11:38pm

I went to go put on my worn, bright orange Giants hoodie and a pair of tight black leggings my mom got me, and put on some comfy wool socks and slid on my Fenty slides. The outfit did not go together in any way, but it was just a walk, right?

"Should i tie my hair up or leave it down?" I raised an eyebrow at my best friend, relaxing on her bed, a hair tie stretching between my small fingers.

She looked at me, then looked at my outfit. She opened her mouth, about to say something, then paused. "Uh, wear it down, like in 2 Dutch braids maybe, since it's cold out. Or French braids, since we are in France." She slightly smirked, then her eyes fell back down on her phone, which was probably open to Twitter.

I nodded then went to work braiding my hair in the mirror. I hadn't worn braids since like, sophomore year. It was a rare occasion, only because it was tedious to accomplish.

I finished braiding my straight, soft black hair , then examined my reflection, looking for any obvious flaws. It wasn't perfect, but it was okay, I guess. I then went into the bathroom and put on my mascara, then adding a bit of highlight to my high cheekbones.