Mazikeens life wasn't sun shine and rainbows.
Being from another Country, and only knowing one language was hard.
But she learned, she adapted.
One girl caught her attention.
But shes in a relationship.
Daisha knee who she wanted but had no way to g...
I wanna talk about what happened last night, but I don't wanna intrude. Technically we only been talking since Saturday, and it's Tuesday.
I sighed and finished getting dressed.
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Hair was down, and it's natural curl, with my edges laid, parted down the middle. Makeup, brows, lashes, highlighter, and gloss.
Daisha walked out the bathroom.
I put my deodorant and perfume on.
"Mind if we don't tell everyone what happened? They'll ask but I don't wanna share it."
"Okay. What did happen tho?"
She sighed.
"It wasn't my parents I fought with. It was my aunt and uncle. My parents are on a business trip in France. And they don't trust me enough too be alone, so my aunt and uncle are there. They don't accept me, and don't like when I've had my friends over, and my uncle is a drunk."
"Why didn't you just tell me and my parents? You can stay here till your parents get back."
"I don't know. I didn't wanna scare you off."
"You couldn't. With my problems, you couldn't scare me off."
"With your problems? Babe, really?"
"Yes. Now let's go too hell."
School
It's near the end of the school day. Me and Daisha have free period, and we are in the student lounge area.
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"So what's your ideal date?"
I laid my head on her chest.
"Um, well for one I've been on one date, and the guy was a complete ass. But I don't know, something unique and special."
"Okay. Well I've got a few days too plan."
I smiled.
She had her hands under my top, on my stomach, one hand was on my rips, and the other was playing with my belly button piercing.
"Having fun with my piercing?" I giggled.
"Yeah."
I giggled.
The way we're laying is on the couch, and I'm between her legs, laying against her.
Kyla walked in, sitting in the chair that we are facing.
"Daisha, what happened??"
I rolled my eyes.
"Stop acting like you care about me, Kyla."
"I do care about you! I regret it."
"I'm sure you do. Just leave me alone."
"I want you back, can't you see that!"
"I don't care what you want. I don't want you. I got who I want and I ain't plannin on leaving her. Not now, and not ever."
I smiled and put my hands on hers, and leaned back against her.
"You in another relationship already, Daisha. We dead ass just broke up,"
"Yeah from a on and off relationship because of you. If I would've known you and Kj was fuckin, I would've left yo ass long ago."
"For a bitch who isn't even from here!? Whose been in a mental hospital. Who was adopted. What can she give you, that I cant?"
"I know she won't cheat on. I'm sure my mother will love her because she can speak Spanish fluently. She is a amazing cook. And she won't bitch about everything i do for her. Don't get me wrong, Kyla, I had feelings for you, I loved being with you, but you cheated on, we fought all the time, you begged me too buy everything even when I didn't have money which you knew, it was a toxic relationship."
I played with Daisha's rings.
"Mazikeen maybe from another country, and has been in a mental hospital for a reason that's not my business nor is it yours. And who cares if she was adopted? Rider was, and you didn't say you cared."
Daisha lightly pushed on my lower back, after pulling her right hand away from my stomach.
"Come on,"
I moved, and got off the couch.
Daisha got up, and grabbed our bags.
"Next time, think before you say."
Daisha walked out.
"Let's not have there be a next tine. You saw the record, the amount of fights I was in."
Then I walked out.
"Let's get outta here."
"Skip?"
"You have what, gym next? Just tell your parents your cramps are horrible,"
"I did get my period this morning."
"Then it's settled. I'll say I get mine at the same time."
"I don't like lying too them, tho."
"I know, but Do you want too go too gym with her after that."
"Not really."
"It's up too you. I won't have you lie too your parents if you don't want too."
"I mean if we tell them the truth, but extend it, is that lying?"
