𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗬 | 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗗 𝟵𝟬'𝗦

two.

THE NEXT DAY. 7:42 AM

I groan as I hear my mom call out my name from the bottom of stairs. I rub my eyes tiredly as I sit up from the air mattress. I'm guessing the truck holding the rest of our belongings was finally here. I slip on some shoes and tie my hair in a low ponytail as I make my way down the stairs. I see my mom bringing some boxes into the kitchen. 

"finally you're awake! the rest of the stuff came in so I'm gonna' need you to grab some boxes and bring them in. Ronaldo has already started so hurry up." she says as she is moving all the boxes around. I mumble an 'ok' and start move outside to grab the boxes. 

as I grab one of the boxes from the moving trucks, from the corner of my eye I see the group of guys from yesterday.

"shit" i mutter under my breath. I start to speed walk into the house with the big box in my hands, I was not going to be caught wearing a white crusty tank top and some old grey sweats by a group of guys. it was enough a group of teenage boys made me anxious, but them seeing me in my pajamas moving boxes was not it. It's literally 8 am, what could they possibly be doing this early in the morning? 

I jog back outside as I put the box in the living room, I want to get this over with already so I quickly grab the rest of the boxes and set them on the floor of the living room. as I grab the last box I hear a shout.

"ayo mamas ! you got a fat ass, lemme hit it." 

"fuck fuck fuck" I mutter under my breath. I quickly whip my head around my shoulder to see who had the AUDACITY to catcall me. I spot the group of boys. a 15 year old w a buzzcut, a cute 17 year old darkskin with dreads, a 17 year old lightskin with gorgeous curls who I presume was the one who cat called me, and lastly the white boy with faded pink hair. 

my heart starts racing as I start to turn my body towards them, god I wish I would've properly changed.

"no thanks, you aren't really my type." I shout back from across the street. as I turn my body to walk back into the house, hoping to forget this moment I hear the blonde boy shout again. 

"then what is your type lul mamas" I hear buzzcut bitch snicker 

"yo leave her alone bruh she obviously not into your ghetto ass" the cute boy with dread scolds

"chill out bruh she probably into boys like ruben" chicken noodle soup replies

"I'm into white boys actually, nice try though." I respond with a fake smile with my head tilted trying to act sweet. I see the cute ass white boy look down shyly with a small smile plastered on his face as he fidgets with the camera in his hand. 

"aye then lemme put you on with my boy fourthgrade here ! he's a lul white boy, he not cute but he's white !" he shouts laughing, the boy I'm assuming is 'fourthgrade' gets nervous as his smile fades away. egg head bitch laughs with noodle boy. I scoff at their rudeness to their friend

"your 'boy' fourthgrade actually kinda fine , he better looking than you" I shout as I turn away and head back into the house, not before catching fourthgrade blush and beams a smile at me. I wink and smile at him as I turn back around. I hear the howls from the other boys. 

"bro she told you !"

"mannn I know that fine ass bitch didn't just turn you down for fourthgrade's acne filed ass !"

"y'all shut the fuck up. she probably on her period or not wearin' her glasses or somethin'."

I roll my eyes, but I can't help to smile as the thought of fourthgrade's being flustered by my comeback. 

this is gonna be quite a summer