Our Attraction

Part 1

              Yasmin POV

I had a long day at school like usual. I'm so sick of these extra ass kids and aggravating ass teachers. I done did a whole project just for her ass to tell me she reduced the amount of points it was due to the lack of students not turning it in. Like Amanda that don't got shit to do with me. Run me my grade so I can be on my way hell wrong with you. I am tired asf  only thing I wanna do is go in this store with my mama and get my snacks. That way I can go home and take my ass to sleep.

I really wanted to grab my pickles that was what I was craving like a mf that and my lunchables. But she insisted that I follow her ass all over the store to pick up unnecessary shit first. As we were turning onto the frozen breakfast aisle I see my breakfast things so I grabs them and throw them into the cart. She decides to ask how my day went and that's something that I really wanted to avoid but knew it wouldn't be good if I did.

"Well it was a day"

". And what is that supposed to mean"

" just that it went like every other day I'm ready to get up outta there"

" after you complete this year you'll have one more to go "

"And the count down is real #2022"

" what you wanna eat for dinner"

" it doesn't matter mom "

" how about wings and fries "

" yea" I said

We turn to go check out and as we leave the aisle I hear loud obnoxious laughing and yelling. It's ashamed how some people don't know how to act in public.
I had forgot my pickles so I told told her that I would meet her at the register. She said okay and we went out separate ways. I immediately regret turning on the aisle when I see a group of loud niggas yelling bout nothing and joking around.

I decide to just ignore them and remember that I came to get my pickles and that's it. Usually I'd grab my phone out my pocket and act distracted but today I didn't care. These niggas was gon leave me alone while I got my pickles.

When I get to the spot where my type of pickles are they are two boys standing in front  of them just starting at me I say excuse me and grab my pickles. As I'm turning around to leave I bump into something hard. It was the chest  of another male.

I stare down and examined the class that once held my pickles in it. I was so upset I picked that jar because the pickles were sliced perfectly. He looked down at me and was furious I could see it in his eyes. It's like he had no soul I was just staring into darkness. And it was at that moment that I knew I fucked up.

"Yo you needa learn how to watch where tf you going, wearing classes and yo ass still can't see"

He said harshly I quickly retaliated

" Fuck you worried bout my vision for"

" bc yo non seeing ass just made a mess and- "

He looked down at his shoes that I COMPLETELY fucked up wasn't no saving them hoes. He looked up at me and a voice in the back of my head said RUN. I took off like a track star. I'm guessing he was the leader of the pack he sent his homeboys after me. After 2 secs I gave up.

A bad bitch was tired of running. If I was gone get dealt with I just was gone get dealt with. I turn around and start coming back towards the aisle. Nigga gone try to grab my arm.

" boy quit touching me fuck wrong with you"

I was met face to face with the boy who shoes I had fucked up. He looked like he was finna kill me. Hell I'd be mad too, they was all white balenciagas  the ones that looked like socks no way in hell I could replace them. Since I seen he wasn't gone speak up I did.

" So you ain't got shit to say huh"

" bet you ain't Neva seen somebody run like that"

" fuck you mean I got super powers"

"They should put me-"

In the middle of me talking this nigga yelled.

"Yo STFU"

I wanted to cry like yeah imma thug but don't yell at me.

"Make me bitch boy"

Suddenly it became harder to breathe but I didn't mind that much. I need to learn how to hold my breathe anyways. But then I started seeing doubles and shit. One of his homies pulled him off me. And boyyy was I thankful I was bout to die.

After I gained my breathe back I decided to let him know that shit didn't phase me.

" Oh you mad like that huh, still not gone fix the fact yo shoes fucked up"

" ole fucked up shoes having ass"

He looked at me and asked

" you tryna die"

" okay now you going to hard it would've never happened if you wouldn't of been that close to me"

"BITCH YOU CAME BY ME"

I was hurt I hate when I get called that. So I decided to piss him off then run but this time Imma get away.  I looked down at his shoes and started shaking my head in a distasteful matter and said:

" why you shoes got them spots on it  and glass sticking out pickles on top oh you setting a trend huh"

After that I took off and made sure I was uncatchable this time he lead with trying to catch me as his homeboys laughed and followed. But one thing I learned is you can't catch no crackhead so he should stop trying

I kept turning down random aisles and finally lost him I checked my phone and seen I had received a text from my mama saying "fuck them pickles let's go I'm in the car" I was a lil salty but after all of that I ain't even want the pickles.
I went home ate showered and went to sleep.

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-PrettyK💕💕