pretty girls like drug dealers | blueface | completed

how are you?

*October, 3 months later*
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Ava pov

I exited the classroom walking towards my locker to get my book bag. Today dragged and I was glad it was finally over.

After grabbing my bag, I walked outside and was hit by the cool, crisp air. Making my way to my car, somebody came behind me and put their hands over my eyes.

Greyson.

He was constantly trying to get me to go somewhere with him and I constantly refused. He was maybe the nicest guy I'd ever met, but I just didn't care to be in a relationship right now.

"Your hands stink." I said playfully.

He pulled one away to sniff before re-covering my eye. "Liar."

I laughed and turned to face him looking into his eyes, "You're starting to get worrisome."

Greyson was really handsome, standing at 6 foot something with dark skin and a perfect set of white teeth.

"What you doing tonight?" He asked flashing his beautiful smile at me.

"It's a Thursday night. What am I supposed to do?"

"We can chill if you want to?"

I didn't see a reason not to. In fact, all I got from him were reasons to hang out.

"My house. I'll send you the address later." I said turning and walking to my car.

I didn't plan on doing anything but chilling with him. We had fun whenever we talked so I didn't see the harm in inviting him over.

Looking behind me, I carefully backed out to avoid hitting anybody and started the drive home. I was alone today since Lauren had practice and Lucas was riding with friends.

When I stopped at a red light, I noticed a Range Rover that looked like the one Demetrius drove. My heart skipped a beat as I peered to see it was him. I felt a small twinge of disappointment when I saw an older white woman behind the wheel.

Stop, I scolded myself.

I shouldn't feel disappointment, I should feel relief. last summer was the worst and I'm finally starting to feel like myself again.

Granted, Demetrius wasn't to blame for everything that happened, it just felt like when I got with him everything went downhill.

I thought back to the aftermath of when he showed up to my house that day. Rather than be pissed, my dad was surprisingly sympathetic, showering me with hugs and kisses.

I laid numbly in the bed thinking of his hurtful words towards me. They floated around my head on repeat.

"You ain't worth shit just like the rest of the bitches outchea'."

Every time I heard it, it was like a stab in my heart.

I curled tighter into myself trying to fall asleep, desperate for a moment of peace. My dad didn't bother knocking as he walked in and sat next to me.

"Hey Avie."

I looked at him with tears still in my eyes as he pulled me into him, holding me as if I were a baby.

"It's ok sweet girl. You're ok." He said talking over the sound of my sobs.

That was the first night I slept with my parents in 10 years.

I appreciated that my dad didn't chastise me for seeing Demetrius behind his back. In fact, he never even brought it up.

I never unblocked his number though that didn't stop him from contacting me through text apps. Some nights when he was high or drunk I'd get messages where he apologized and some nights I'd get messages where he called me every name I'm guessing he could think of.