𝙼𝚌𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒 𝚉𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚠.
“You know this inexplicable hate for Linton has to stop one day right?” Isabella once again brought up her stupid and absolutely useless... Straight boyfriend.
Linton. Linton Sparks.
His surname was a complete irony, sparks.
Sparks.
Sparks.
More like Lacks. Linton Lacks... Lacks a brain.
Cue laughing soundtrack.
Perfect.
“I don't hate your idiotic boy of a friend. I just think that he's a waste of matter and I'm annoyed that an innocent tree is out there sponsoring his life. Simple.”
We were both walking down the hall, lunch period was over five minutes ago and we both now had calculus together.
I had no idea why she suddenly popped his name up in our conversation about the importance of flats compared to heels.
I of course was defending the first.
Flats are everything. You can wear them to the mall, stay indoors, to the amusement park, water park. Anywhere.
Toilet, cousin's house, cinemas, concerts....
And be comfortable.
Thank you for agreeing with me.
While, she argued Heels made everything look good.
Nuh huh, has she seen me in heels?
Trust me, you'll never want to see that. So... Don't try to imagine a young black, five foot six, seventeen year old woman, with straight long expensive Indian hair on her head, wearing heels.
Don't.
And then boooom!
Bla bla bla, “don't hate Linton”, bla bla.
I know your man's below me but what does he has to do with any type of shoe?
Isabella stopped walking and I stopped too, she turned to look at me with one of those disappointed looks of hers and I was so glad I'd developed immunity to them.
Because once upon a time, they once changed me...
Story for another day.
“Kenzie stoooop it! Linton isn't a waste of matter, he's definitely going to go to Harvard... He's intelligent, he's also smart...”
I know what you're thinking.
Don't they mean the same thing?
Intelligent, smart.
Shouldn't they be used interchangeably and not separately yet togetherly?
Shouldn't they not be used?
Should they be used at all?
I'm thinking the same thing too, but how dare I interrupt her?
I know I just did but that's all in my head and it doesn't matter, so whateves.
And I tuned back in. “... He's also sweet, nice and caring.... Aaaand, he's got a huge dick too and he's good in bed too.”
I'm black.
I'm not biracial, I have two black upper class, rich ass bitches as my parents.
Forgive my cuss word, I rarely swear.
YOU ARE READING
Pain |𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙽|
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