In which Sheyaa asks Kentrell to be his date to his senior prom in hopes that he doesn't get rejected.
SHEYAA JOSEPH.
"You sure you wanna ask him this nigga?" My friend Jordan asks me puffing from his blunt as I looked at the green flowers shrugging before picking them up.
"For the final time." I sigh grabbing a big poster board as well. "Yes dumbass."
"Aight, betta' hope his mean ass don't reject you." Jordan shrugs removing the excess ash off the end of his blunt making me grow confuse because why was he smoking a blunt in wal-Mart.
"Kentrell is nothing like Symere." I laugh at his frown. I slapped his shoulder laughing harder because Symere shut that shit down immediately. It was heartbreaking to see but that's what he gets for playing with his emotions like that.
"Fuck you!" He spat taking a large puff from his blunt as I laugh walking down the candy aisle. "And fuck Symere short demonic ass too!"
"I know you want to destroy his cheeks." I smiled showing my grillz. "Too bad that won't happen."
I bit down on my bottom lip hard so I wouldn't laugh at the way his black dreads moved back when he tossed his head back still puffing from his blunt.
"Sheyaa, just grab what you need for this demon so we can go. I'm sick of you." Jordan grunts walking beside me grabbing a bag of candy and opening it, eating some out of the bag as I shook my head at his high ass before facing forward again. I done forgot what kind of candy Kentrell likes.
"I forgot kind of candy he likes." I mumble cussing to myself. I grabbed the snickers and sour patches in hopes this he likes, along with a bag of skittles the tropical kind.
"He likes reese's too." Jordan coughs throwing the open bag of candy back on the shelf. I eyed him wondering what was going through his mind when he was high. He did some of the most dumbest shit while high.
"Kentrell doesn't like too much chocolate." I tell him.
"Awww." Jordan cooes digging his long fingers in my side as I swat them away with a mug on my face. I hated to be tickled. "Look at you studying your crush, how cute."
"Maybe you should've studied yours and he would've said yes." I uttered leaving the candy aisle as Jordan steps on the back of my heel causing me to yelp.
"I'm sick of your ugly ass." He sucks his teeth. "I'm here to help you not get picked on!"
"Why can't I do both?" I chuckle walking to self - checkout so I can ring my shit up.
"Cause I said so." He laughs also. "Man I'll steal all this shit out of here. You don't have to pay for this."
"Jordan." I turn around eyeing him. "Stop smokin' nigga."
"I can't." He smiles with low red eyes as I walked over to a available station. "Weed makes me feel sane."
"Fuckin' crackhead." I mumble shaking my head, Jordan had to smoke weed in order to do anything. It was so bad but for his health and I tried to tell him but all my talking falls on death ears so I'll keep my comments and thoughts to myself. I turned back around ignoring Jordan who was trying to dance ringing up my items putting them into the gray bags that were on the side wondering if Kentrell would accept my promposal or not. I sighed just thinking as I rung up my last item.
