bully

أربعة عشرة

chapter fourteen

r o b y n

since i had nothing else better to do i took my hair down from its ponytail and curled it a bit.

"your friend is here for you, hunny." my mother stepped inside my bathroom as i put down my curling iron and unplugged it.

i sighed following behind my mother until i saw kentrell standing by the door with a key chain in his hand.

"i'll leave you two alone." she mumbled before walking away once she seen kentrell look up at me.

"i brought yo' car hea'." he cheesed showing while holding up the keys.

"kentrell, that's not my car so—"

"but it's in yo' name." kentrell chuckled while tossing me the keys.

"but i don't even have a driver license." i pouted making him dig through his pocket of his expensive black jeans.

"hea'." he handed me an ID that on my name on it but with my incorrect birthdate.

this was fake as hell.

"now come take me tha' tattoo shop." kentrell smirked grabbing my hand and pulled me towards the door.

"why won't you drive your on car, nigga." i said snatching my hand away from his as he opened the door walking outside.

"because i drove your car hea'." he shook his head as he walked towards the passenger side and got in.

i sighed before getting in and buckling my seat belt. "now how do i crank this expensive as car?" i mumbled.

"hold tha' brakes and pressed dat button right thea'." he told me as he pointed at a button next to the steering wheel that said 'start'.

i did what he told me to making the car roar to life. i placed my hands on the steering wheel before taking off.

"gah damn bitch." kentrell groaned rubbing his forehead since i made him hit his head on the dashboard.

"i think you put anotha' dent in my head." he continued to complain as he looked in the mirror.

i ignored him and continued to drive down the road. "i dont even know where im going." i mumbled making kentrell groan once again.

once i stopped at a red light i put in the address for the nearest tattoo shop in the gps. as soon as the light turned green i took off making kentrell clutch on his seatbelt.

"slow dis bitch down." he said making me slam on brakes.

"gimme da' keys to dis bitch—"

"we're here." i chuckled getting out before slamming the door.

i followed him inside the tattoo shop with the key chain in my hand as kentrell dapped up, im guessing a tattoo artist.

"you here to get another tattoo young boy?" the man said making kentrell nod his head.

"alright you already know where to go." the light skin man with many tattoos himself before walking towards the back to one of the stations.

"you comin'?" kentrell asked looking at me.

"nah." i shook my head staring at all the drawings and tattoos on the wall.

"i got money in da car in case you need anything." he said before walking away.

"you came for a tattoo?" a female said making me turn my head a little to see she was talking to me.

"oh noo." i laughed making her chuckle.

"what about some piercings?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows, "you could surprise your boyfriend."

"i don't have a boyfriend." my smile slowly faltered making her roll her eyes.

"come on just get at least one piercing." she practically begged.

"alright I'll be back." i chuckled before walking back outside towards my car.

i always wanted some more piercings other then my ears so why not get it now? i started searching through the car until i spotted a bankroll of cash in the glove compartment.

"this nigga gotta be a drug dealer." i mumbled grabbing some money before walking back inside.

"so where are you trying to get your piercings?" the girl who i was talking to earlier which name is nia.

i thought for a second before a smirk formed on my face.

"on my nipples."

i dont have school until
thursday bc of mardi gras

have no edges or have ugly toes?

always be broke or never have your hair done?