Destiny (Fuckshit x Fem OC)

it's too hot for this shit

I had the best night ever. I slept for 9 hours straight, I didn't wake up once. But now I have to wake up, even though I don't want to. The only thing that gets me out of bed is the fact that I'm gonna be with the guys all day. I don't what I would be if it wasn't for them. Anyway time to stop daydreaming and start getting ready.

I get up and walk to my window, I pull open the curtain and open it. I stuck my head out to see how hot it is. I quickly pull my head back in when I realize that I could burn alive.

"Uuuuggghhhh, it's too hot for this shit."

I reluctantly walk to the bathroom to make myself look as close to presentable as possible. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and brushed my hair. I put on some sunscreen/moisturizer, curled my lashes, brushed my brows, and put on some chapstick, I also put on deodorant and perfume.

I walk back to my room, still in my pajamas. I get in close the door and take off my sports bra and booty shorts. I put on a regular bra and a colorfully striped shirt. I put on some overall shorts with a black belt around my waist. I put on some orange socks with black and white Vans. I decided to put my hair up in a messy bun using my favorite black scrunchie.

I grab my skateboard and my backpack. My backpack has some weed, paper, a new pipe, lighters, prerolls, a hairbrush, and my wallet which has $60. My mom didn't come home last night, so I just walk to the door freely. Then I see her, she's sitting on a chair right in front of the door.

"Vamos a hablar." She says in a determined way.

"Esta bien, pero podemos sentarnos en la sala, porfavor?" I asked, whith a sigh.

"OK." She responded as she got up. We walked to the living room together and sat down on the sofa.

"So whadda ya wanna talk about?" I ask even though I already know.

"Who was the boy from yesterday? Why haven't you told me about him? Are you ok? Who do you hang out with every day? Mija, I just wanna make sure that you're ok."

"The boy from yesterday is just a friend. I didn't want you to get worried so I didn't mention it. I'm totally fine. I've been hanging out with Ray, Ruben, Fourthgrade, Stevie, and the boy from yesterday, Fuckshit. Don't worry about me." I said getting up, "Now if that's all you wanna know I gotta go."

"Hell no, you better sit your ass down right now. It's obvious that Fuckshit is not 'just a friend'. Who are these guys you hang out with? Honey please, I just wanna know what you've been up to recently.

"Ok, he's not 'just a friend' but we aren't dating or anything. The guys are a group of skateboarders my age. Ray works at a skate shop and that's where we usually kick it. If not we skate somewhere. There's nothing to worry about."

"Ok, but I just want you to be safe. Besides these guys sound a lot like Brandon's group, and you know they were no good."

"Trust me, mom, these guys are good."

"If you say so."

"Can I go now?"

"Alright."

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"Alright, alright I got one," Fuckshit says as he puts his arm on my shoulders. "Why do they say Mexicans are all lazy and shit." He said looking at me.

"What the fuck you looking at me for?" I asked confused.

"Yea why you looking at her?" Ruben said.

"Des is Mexican, right?" Fuckshit said.

"What?! No, I'm Colombian. I can't believe you thought I was Mexican!" I said standing up.

"That's so racist, not every Hispanic person is Mexican," Ruben said as he stood up next to me.