"Turn this way a bit, sweetheart."
I awkwardly shifted to the right like the photographer requested, my smile still awkwardly plastered across my face.
Senior pictures. They're highly overrated but yet you'd wanna look bomb as hell in them. They're also expensive as hell so I better look like beyonce's second cousin in these photos.
"3 .. 2 .. 1! Perfect!" the photographer called out.
It was 9 in the morning and this bitch had so much energy, she must be making bank to have that energy this early.
Eh, that's the least of my worries. I need to find Ethan's cute ass.
After thanking the photographer and walking away towards the high school bleachers, I opened snap and refreshed my feed.
I let out a relieved sigh when I saw that Ethan had posted two snaps to his story, which confirmed that he was in fact here also.
"BESSSFRAAAAAAAAND!!" an ear piercing screech filled the gymnasium.
I look up and I noticed that Ethan had just finished taking his photos, and was heading towards the bleachers.
The scream came from that ONE bitch named Ashley who was holding hot cheetos and wearing hoops. I'm sure we all know an Ashley, and I'm sure that the whole school knows that Ashley wants to bone her 'BESSSFRAAAAAAAAND'.
Don't be all wanna bone him tho?
I began to take my eyes off of Ashley, while my eyes lead themselves to Ethan, and his cute ass curls were bobbing up and down as he treaded up the bleacher stairs. He's the finest.
He walked past Ashley, muttering "fuck you bitch." under his breath with a blank stare filling his face. Then, he dapped up his small circle of friends who were sitting on the same bleacher bench thingy that I was.
"please don't sit here please don't sit here pl..-" I began to whisper, until he slid into the furthest available seat, which happened to be near ME.
My face immediately turned read and I pretended to be busy on my phone, when in reality I was just refreshing my feed.
Him and his friends began to crack jokes about one another, I heard the n word a handful of times, and whenever they all shared the same stoner laugh.
"Hey, you!" I heard a familiar voice call out to me. I stiffened in my seat before turning my body to the left, facing who called me.
Yup, I was right. After listening to all his SoundCloud tracks on loop for a week straight I could differentiate what Ethan's voice sounded like.
"..uh yeah?" I replied. Hopefully I don't sound too bitchy, and I also hope they don't harass me.
"So uh.." Ethan began. He had a smirk plastered across his toned face, and all of his friends looked amused, like they were trying to hold a laugh in.
I raised my eyebrows in a way that motioned him to spit it out. He starts to chuckle.
"So I just wanted to say.. you got a fat ass over the summer." he said before he burst out into laughter.
All of his friends cheered him on and slapping his back, I heard a few "you're wilddd" and a few "damnnn you actually did it."
I gave a small, awkward smile before stiffening up and turning forward.
"i'm so sorry it was a dare, but hey- look back!" he called out, causing me to turn back, and I'm sure my face was so red that I looked like a blood. (i'm so lame i'm sorry)
"I'm havin a lil kickbacc tonight at 7, my place. I want you to be there." he bit his bottom lip and smiled.
His friends didn't say anything, they were quite amused at his sudden invitation.
"uh.. I mean- sure I'll try to make it there. what's your addy?" I smiled.
"what's your number? i'll send you my location and shit." his voice was low and raspy and it kind of turned me on. I scooted closer to him and showed him my number, which he put into his phone.
"ight bet.. i'll see your cute ass there." he smirked. That lowkey melted my insides, I think i'm going insane.
It's like day 326 of being single and any male interaction will make me catch feelings. It's pretty bad.
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My curls perfectly rested on my shoulders and upper back as I checked it at every angle.
Some random victoria's secret perfume filled my nostrils, with hints of Cantu as I pampered myself.
I was wearing a pretty basic outfit, not wanting to draw much attention to me. I didn't know how many people were gonna be at this 'kickbacc', so I'm just playing it safe with a white Kappa zip up sweater, American Eagle medium wash ripped jeans, and white slip-ons.
I inspected my body from all angles, making sure I looked as appealing as I could. My face was makeup free, and the only thing on my lips were plain ol' carmex.
If my plans work out and Ethan decides to smack at me, I don't wanna wear lip gloss and traumatize his lips.
I made my way outside of my house, and into my car. Ethan texted me his address earlier and his house was only a few streets away from my street.
My anxiety got higher as a pulled out of my driveway and drove down the road.
I don't know what to expect for tonight.
