The weekend rolls around quickly and before I know it, I'm getting ready with Tracy for LaMelo's party.
"LaMelo throws the best parties!" Tracy says as she wraps a piece of hair around her curling iron.
"Really?" I reply as I grab a dress from my closet imaging what it would look like on.
I thought I had the perfect outfit planned out in my head, but when I tired it on, it didn't look right.
"Yeah, and he has this fine ass brother that usually makes sure things don't get too wild!"
I glance at Tracy and she looks at me through the mirror.
"I swear he be tryna tap this! If I end up fake drunk in bed with him don't tell me nothin!"
"If he looks anything like LaMelo I'm sure he's hella fine!" I state as I hold another outfit up to myself.
Still ugly, I say to myself.
"You wanna say that again Daya!"
I look up at Tracy to see that she has her phone out recording me.
My eyes immediately widen and I run up to her.
"Delete that!" I say as I reach for Tracy's phone.
"Nah, I'm good!"
Tracy holds her phone away from my reach and I continue to reach for it.
This continues for a good five minutes before I fall to the floor out of breath.
"Whatever...I...don't care... anymore!"
Tracy looks up from her phone and her face turns pale.
"You made...me send it...to him!"
I start to laugh and Tracy looks at me blinking seriously.
My laughing comes to a sudden halt as I realize Tracy isn't laughing with me!
"Tracy!" I scream. "What the actual fuck!"
"Hey!" She yells back. "I wasn't gonna send it, you made me press it when I was fighting you off."
I stay silent and Tracy speaks again.
"It was an accid-," Tracy gets cut off by my phone ringing on my dresser.
I glance at it and walk towards the dresser slowly.
"Who is it? LaMelo?"
I look at my screen and I let out a sigh.
"It's spam likely, thank goodness!"
Tracy wipes away fake sweat from her forehead as she lets out a 'phew' sound.
I finally find a cute outfit and walk to my bathroom to try it on.
"How's this?" I asked once I step back into the room.
Tracy glances at me and nod her head in approval.
"Yes bitch!" Tracy snaps. "Melo Dip is finna be all over you tonight!"
I chuckle to myself and shake my head.
"Let me take a picture of you when you're ready!"
I nod my head and continue to get dressed.
Once I'm finished I pose for a picture and Tracy takes it.
"Let me take one more!" She states.
She gets ready to take it, but stop when my phone vibrates.
Not once, but twice!
"I-uh...it's LaMelo."
"Ha you're not gonna trick my ass that easily!"
"I'm serious! He said, and I quote, 'Not gonna lie you hella fine too' and then he asked if he'll see you tonight with a little blushing emoji!"
I grab my phone and look at my recent messages.
LaMelo 💯 not gone lie you hella fine too
LaMelo 💯 Ill see you tonight right?
Instead of answering his messages seriously, I decide to correct his grammar mistakes.
gonna* you're*
I'll* ,right*LaMelo💯 lmfao. Imma take that as a yes
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The Tutor 2
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