𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

8.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗮 "𝗪𝗶𝘇" 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴
𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗧𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗲

Thursday

"That bitch got me fucked up," Assen mumbled looking at Ki-Ki talking to some football player.

"Nigga shut up y'all need to break up, that toxic shit ain't it ." I looked him annoyed. "Damn took your ass long enough"' I looked at Cay.

"Sorry, I had to give my clothes to my brother."She looked at me speaking softly. I could barely understand her.

"Cool we get on bus one eighty-six." Assen looked at me then her leaning back. "Nigga we doing the project you supposed to be working on with your girl."

"Fuck that girl she gone hurt me, yeah guess who won't be graduating, us."

"Hope y'all fucking have a baby." He fell down holding his heart making Cay back up looking at him weirdly.

"Don't ever wish that shit on my life I had to take a moment and pray."

"Fucking embarrassing, aight there the bus." I tapped Cay pointing to the bus that just parked.

We walked on the bus toward the bus I let Cay get in front of me so I can sit on the edge. "Should I sit here?" She asked pointing at a sit in the front.

"Naw sit in the middle," I told her. She sat right in the middle scooting over, taking her phone out. I got in stretching my legs.

Bam walked by me smirking looking at Cay, "Aight." He mumbled.

Really wanna stop fucking with this nigga, we been friends for so long I just wanted him to be smarter.

"Why do people keep looking at me then you and smirk?" Cay asked me as the bus drove off.

"They think we together."

"Oh."

【________】

Opening the house door I was glad to see nobody was home yet, my momma was definitely going to be home before she left which was bad. My mom real chill she just don't play about certain things.

"You did ask your parents if we can work on the project here correct?" She asked following me to my room.

Squinting my eyes opening my room door I looked at her, "Yeah, why you think I need permission?"

"If you could only do a project at your house either your parents don't let you do nothing, you're on punishment or you're trying to you know with me."

Laughing at her face and voice I threw my book bag beside my bed, "I'm on punishment, take your shoes off, and don't sit on my bed we gone sit at the desk."

She nodded taking her crocs off leaving her in some fuzzy socks sitting down on one of my chairs. I took my shoes off putting them in my closet neatly.

"What we gotta do again for this one?" I asked her sitting down beside her.

"We just ask questions about each other then write it down on these two pages." She pulled out the notebook showing me.

"I wanna start." I grabbed the notebook looking at her. "What's your full name?"

"Cay with a C Erin Willams."

I wrote her answer down nodding, who the hell spells Key with C. "How old you is and what's your birthday day?"

"16 and March third."

"What's your favorite song?"

"Love don't change by Jeremiah."

(This song makes me cry.)

"Aight last question how do you imagine your life being at the age of thirty-six?" Specific ass question. Mr.Green know damn well these questions lame as fuck.

" I don't know maybe working as a pediatrician, somebody's wife with at least two young kids by then and financially stable without anyone's help."'

I handed her the paper starring at her. She was definitely the finest girl at our school. "What's your full name?"

"I don't about that one people wanna kill me right now."

She looked at me, "The teachers say it all the time and I just need your middle."

"Well then, Santana Vontrell Young."

"How old are you and what's your birthday?"

Feel like she coming for me on how I asked her. "17 and March fourth."

"Favorite song?"

"Right now its most definitely Blitz by Yung Ro." I nodded.

"How do you imagine your life at the age of thirty-six?" She looked at me blankly.

"In the NBA, maybe married with about three to four kids, owning a house and car. If not married definitely seeing someone that I would marry."

My mom busted in my room scaring me and Cay, "Oh hey I did not know you were coming today, I'm Santana's mother Amy." She smiled sounding all proper, know damn well I told her she was coming every day until we done.

"I'm Cay you have a beautiful house." Cay smiled waving at her.

"Ou your so sweet and thank you. " She smiled at Cay mugging me.

"Amy gone head na' that thing annoying me already." I waved her off looking at her stomach, she was finally starting to have a small bump.

"You gone regret saying that shit." She slammed my door.

"No the hell I'm not."

"She's pregnant?" Cay asked flipping to the next page.

"Yeah supposedly." I made a stank face thinking about this thing coming into my family.

Cay laughed at my face shaking her head, "Once you actually meet your sibling your gonna fall in love especially if they are the opposite sex."

"You did that with your brother?"

"Yep, I was only one but my momma showed me videos of how I would cry and hit her stomach every time, I did not want Trae here. Soon as he came I was saying brother this brother that."

"I'll believe it when I see it." "You need to talk up when you around me, shy people make me mad."'

She jacked her head back looking at me like I offended her, "I'm not shy, I just don't like talking to people especially when I don't know them. Shy people wouldn't even be doing this project."

(Me asf would've asked for that zero)

"Well, my bad Ms. notshybuttalklikesheaintgotnovoice."

"That was not necessary. Is this real?" She looked at my hair weird.

"Thee fuck? Is this shit real?" I felt her hair surprising myself, shit was actually coming out her scalp.