Jaylin Reign Herrera POV
Me, a lonely, depressed person that hasn't found love yet. Like damn near everybody on this forsaken planet. Shit, I need a woman man. I'm here talking to myself about this shit. Ugh, I just want to end it all... but I'm not that fucking crazy. Right now my best friend of all my life is trying to introduce me to someone new. I hope it's a woman, this nigga always introducing me to guy like I don't have a dick and practically look and talk like a nigga. I swear I was really meant to be a boy instead of the I don't know what type of person I am.
"JB seriously how is this person. What if they got the package, and I'm not talking about a dick or UPS." I said pulling out a little can of Dove lotion. My hands felt extra dry, and my knuckles are ashy.
"First of all it's a she and she is pretty chill, and goofy. Unlike you, you are far from a mental case. Pure retardation."Jabrill said.
"I am not, just because I have a little soft spot on my head, does not mean anything." I placed my lotion back in my black Supreme should bag. I have all my essentials in there. 1. My BOD cologne that is good for everyday use, I don't use my expensive stuff a lot. 2. Chapstick for my chapped lips. 3. Airpods and a charger. 4. My vape, a pack of cigs, and weed.
I know smoking these cancer sticks is not the wave, but a nigga be stressed. I normally keep my iPhone, my keys, gum, and wallet in my pocket. I know I have a lot on me, but these girls with these purses be having all types of items in the shit. Oh and I can't forget the most important thing... a BIC lighter. Niggas always steal my BIC lighter. These disappear more than baby daddies that don't want to be the daddy.
Jabrill and I are in the mall waiting on his friend and some of mine to show up. I should be at work, but I called off for the next 2 weeks. I work everyday of the week for 9 hours. That's 63 every week, and my checks be THICC. Even though I do have to drive 2 hours everyday to get to work, but the pay is worth that two hour journey.
After like ten minutes waiting in the food court, a woman that looks mighty good, like God and Jesus was in the kitchen whipping her DNA up just for me......Ooo I drink her bathwater. I mean nah that's nasty, I wouldn't go that far. That's for the people on the other spectrum of skin color do. Like sharing a tub of bathwater. I shudder at that because after watching Extreme Cheapskate and watching that big ass woman share bathwater with the whole family just gave me that package.
Now what I mean by the 'package' is like STDs, HIV, all of that. The NBA Youngboy. The Usher let it burn.
"Jaylin, this is Sabrina. Sabrina, this is my remedial friend Jaylin." Jabrill introduced us.
"Says the guy who actually had a special ed class in high school. Meanwhile, I had honors and AP class." Sabrina laughed at our antics.
"You fucked your teachers, plain and simple. Ain't no way your special ass could have been in those classes."Jabrill said.
"That's why you got beat up by a special kid in fifth grade who couldn't hold his head up." I clapped back.
"Wait, is that true." Sabrina started laughing hard than before.
Damn her laugh sexy. "Hell yeah. I think dude name was Robert, he barely could talk, all he did was make noises. This nigga got rocked by him. I told his ass to leave him alone. They might be special, but them niggas crazy for real. He headbutted his ass. That boy head was legit shaped like those alien pictures."
"Man fuck you." Jabrill said.
The shit is funny as hell, and I'm only acting out because shordy bad, and I'm trying to get that number or something. Put her ass on my bucket list because if I get a chance with her, I'm gone die.
