Ghetto Love Birds™ {Princeton Fan-Fiction}

II. Before the Party

Summer Santiaga

I ran downstairs and skipped outside letting my fresh out the box new Tim's hit the ground. 

"Bitch it's about time." Mula said throwing her hand on her hip. "Bitch, relax it's the last day of school." I smiled, turning into a laugh. 

My clique and I slowly strolled to school which was just a 15 minute walk away.

Today would be the last day of our Junior year. Next year we'll officially be seniors. Just don't think because we're loud with big attitudes that we're not our school shit. Well actually forced to be on our school shit. Our dad's all ride our asses over it but mama says it's because, "education is everything and all bad bitches know that. Dick ain't always life, pussy power all the way but pussy power ain't shit if your mind ain't it. Remember that."

As me and my girls talked on our way to school, my eyes lowkey searched for any peek I could get of June.

If I'm lucky sometimes on my way to school I can catch June posted in front of the corner store with the other members of Triple T. Just seeing his beautiful curls sway in the wind was enough to make my day. Lawd don't let me get a full peek of his face, I swear my knee's go weak, and my heart skips a beat. He's just that fine. 

Baby D nudged me, "Damn Summer, searching for ya man already?" Baby D, snickered. I rolled my eyes, smirking, "You know I need my daily dose of June."

"Nah, you know what you need to do? Go up and talk the nigga for once. You stay staring at him, he probably think's you're some type of creep bitch." Mula advised. "Naw, what if he does some petty shit and ignore her. 'Cause remember that time at the park? That girl went up to June and he just sat there staring at her as if she was stupid or some shit." Chanel reminded us.

Baby D began clapping her hands creating the 'get light' beat, "What's 9 + 10?" Baby D asked. "21?" Mula answered. "Nigga you stoopid!" We all laughed as Mula got light for a second.

S/B: Getting light is a dance. Mostly feet actions.

"Just like that dumb bitch, who had the nerves to go up to my man. She deserved to be just stared at." I smirked, "But I'm also glad that happened, 'cause now I know how not to approach June." All the girls nodded in agreement. 

June was cold for doing that girl like that, but forreal how are you going to approach a nigga when he trying to chill with his boys? That's why I plan to catch him alone...with no distractions or anything. But the thing is...I never see June by himself he's always with one of his boys. It's like they never leave each others side.

We walked into school, still laughing and joking. Bitches did their random routine stared, roll their eyes, and attempted to throw shade.

But what's shade when you're with a group of bad bitches? They only threw shade because they wanted to be us. We always had the most dope shit on, nails done, hair done, eyebrows on fleek and diamonds in our ears. Shit. I would be mad too if I had to walk around with cheap ass package hair with 99 cent pack of studs in my ears all day. Tragic.

I stopped at my locker, to finish cleaning it out. I only had my Chanel perfume and couple hair items left to bring back home. 

"I love how hype the nigga's are on the last day of school." Mula laughed, seeing a group of them get light. "Right, fucking bozo's." Baby D laughed.

"The one in the middle type cute though." Chanel giggled, checking him out. "He is you should get his attention." I agreed.

Now all of us are single, but every girl needs someone to fuck with time to time. We all need a little attention and affection. Chanel I would say she's the shy one of the group but, don't let that fool you. Fuck with her enough I bet she'll turn up on that ass. Do trust, I've seen it happen before.