Against society [AMBW]

10.Prettyboy

Faviola's outfit ^^^^

W2~Friday

"Mel?" I sigh over the phone whilst looking at my wardrobe filled with everything but technically nothing.

"Yup." She pops the 'p'.

"Am I doing the right thing?"

"Bitch how am I supposed to know what you talking bout... gimme context." I roll my eyes.

"And I know you did not just roll your eyes at me!"

"You can't even see me."

"Am I lying though?" I sigh.

"No. But I'm talking about the da- hangout I have with Moses."

"Yeah, I guess it's good. You too will make cute babies."

"Oh my days. Girl I don't even like the boy, what if he thinks I do with this hangout or whatever?"

"Sis, are you telling me you don't like fine fine Moses. Or is there another rat- looking Moses I don't know about?"

"We are talking about the same Moses, and no I do not like him. He's just not my type and I wouldn't want to really start anything with him."

"Well then put him in the friend zone." She screeches over the phone.

I rub my forehead, still searching my wardrobe for something to wear. "And how do I do that?"

"Oh. Oh." I wait for her to say something more but she doesn't.

"What?!"

"You don't know shit." She whispers in a mesmerised tone. "I'm gonna be honest with you. I don't know if I can help your inexperienced ass."

"Mel stop cursing and just tell me what I need to do. You overreact too much." I huff.

"Wait but I jus don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Is this girl slow?

"You are Faviola Dele, the girl in every top tier class, the girl with high grades, the girl teachers congratulate. But you don't know how to put someone in the friend zone. Faviola Dele, how does it feel to fail at something?" She rages in laughter.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah yeah." She takes deep breathes in.

"Anyway, it's quite easy. All you have to do is refer to him as 'bro', 'friend' etc. Make sure that whenever he wants to talk personal things with you, avoid it or make a joke to steer away from the subject. And finally, whenever he tries to talk about a second 'date', suggest inviting the whole group."

"Thank you. I'm off to get ready now."

"Oh so that's how it is. You call me for what you need then... poof... you disappear. I see you."

"Love you Mel Mellllll." I drag her name.

"Shut the fu-" I hang up quickly, ready to focus on my outfit choice.

After useless minutes of changing in and out of countless outfits, it all resulted perfectly. Now I have a messy room and a decent outfit. I chose a low neck black cropped shirt and leggings with the math looking squares... I still don't know the name.

Makeup wise, I did my normal everyday.

I lay down on my bed and scroll through Instagram. I swear, I hate all those younger years, who believe they're bold posting those mirror pictures. Like sure- you do you- but when they have the flash on and can't even see your face.... what was the reason?