lonely without you

seven

chapter seven

k o r e a

i had ordered a uber and was now waiting on it to come as i sat on the  front porch. i played with my long sleeve t-shirt even though it was slightly hot but i didn't care, i still looked cute.

once i got in i made sure to tell him i was going to the hair salon that was downtown. i heard a couple people there know how to do hair so i was going to get mines done since i wanted to try something new.

don't get me wrong, i got long good natural hair but i guess it's time for a change.

"you have very beautiful skin." the driver told me as he eyes my face quickly.

i wish. if he saw me without my shirt on he'll be completely disgusting with all my scars.

"thanks." i gave him a fake smile and waited to reach my destination.

once i made it to the hair salon all of the women were looking at me crazy. damn, can i have my face back.

i made my way to the lady who was sitting at the front desk who was already looking at me and told her i had already made an appointment for six in the evening.

"cassidy your client is here!" she yelled loudly.

"alright send her my way!" she yelled back as i tried to keep silent. ghetto isn't even the word to describe these women.

"go to the station right there with the girl with the long blonde hair." she told me pointing as i only nodded my head and made my way over there.

"hey." i smiled trying be friendly as she ran her fingers through my slightly frizzy hair.

"you got some long good hair." she smacked on her gum loudly, "how you want me ta' do your hair?"

"i just want a natural looking lace wig." i told her as she nodded her head.

as she was braiding up my hair she began talking to the other females who was getting their hair done and the ones who was doing hair.

"he is so freaking fine. imma make him my baby daddy." she told them as i scrolled through my phone.

"yall gon' have some cute ass babies." one of the other females said laughing.

"right and then he got money, you seen that nice ass mercedes he was driving. he's going to spoil me and our baby." she kept on nagging.

as i was scrolling through my instagram kentrell's name popped up onto my screen telling me he wants to facetime.

when did this nigga get my number? and all of a sudden this nigga wanna talk to me after a whole damn week.

i declined it and sat my phone face down and waited for her to finish my hair.

what's yall favorite holiday?

favorite pair of shoes?