Mr Cliché.

eighteen.

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S C E N E
18
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Mr cliche has
Got some competition..
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Armani's thoughts
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"Yo, you sure that's your friend?..I think he likes you"

Lamar piped up when we got comfortable in his vehicle. I formed a tight grin, I prayed internally that he wouldn't bring it up..but to my dismay; he did. Quickly at that.

"Why? You jealous?"

I managed to add some light poking into the topic, to lessen the intensity of it. He noticed this and tossed me a chuckle, sliding down his seatbelt then starting the ignition.

"Should I be?"

He rose a brow before driving off the school premises and into the neighborhood road.

"Nah"

"Then I'm not"

He shrugged before, focusing his gaze on the road. I looked around the car. It was kinda cosy and simple.

"Why don't you go 'head and play sumn, tryna get a sneak peek of your music taste"

Lamar spoke up, filling the brief yet comfortable silence. I felt my cheeks heat up. I ain't shy, but when it comes to my music taste, that's where I'm hesitant.

"Oh Nah, I feel like you won't like my shit"

He playfully rolled;

"Psh, I know you lyin'. Come on, play sumn"

I swallowed slightly, digging for my phone then connecting it to his speakers.

Connected:
Mani's iPhone.

Came into view, as I entered my apple music. I slid past my city girls playlist, then settled on my aesthetic feels playlist. I placed my phone on my thigh as a song began to swarm our space.

Beretta by mereba

Began. I chose to keep my gaze forward as the tune continued. I held back a nervous grin when I saw him look at me briefly from my peripheral.

"This you?"

I couldn't help but giggle, shaking my head at his goofy ass. I looked his direction, watching him bob slightly with the tune.

"Yeah, I love mereba"

He nodded, exposing his dimples before looking my direction once more then back at the road.

"Shyt, I think I like her too. She's kinda cold foreal"

I still had my gaze on him. Mainly admiring how good he looked driving.

"Where are you taking me?"

I questioned, adjusting myself to press my side against the passenger. He licked his lips, turning on a not so familiar road.

"Can't it be a surprise, hm Mani?"

I felt intoxicated by the velvet texture of his voice. So smooth in my ears, I listened to him more intently than I did to any song I've ever listened to.