Down Below (S4S)

Chapter 6

                             Ny POV

"Girl you ready for the geometry test? I ain't studied shit." My friend asked me as we walked down the school halls. "Mane you know damn well I'm not finna go to class dafuq." I responded as we began jogging down the army green steps. "Ny, I'm starting to worry about your grades. You really needa start focusing on school cus you gon regret this when you tryna get into a college." She looked at me. "I be aight. You get to class I come in next time." I said to her as she hesitantly nodded and walked into the classroom. I walked past the class as I waved at her and my other friends sitting in the room.

Still walking, I pull out my phone and plug in my headphones. "You don't really want smoke you ain't bout that shyt. I been cruisin down the block wid a bad ass bitch.🎶"
I get to the vending machine and get me a pack of sour patch kids. I head to the back of the school and push the doors open.

"Sir get back here right now." I hear a teacher yelling and heels clicking on the ground from about 5 feet away. I keep walking while I pop a red sour patch gummy in my mouth. I ain't no sir nor is I bouta come back today.

I get into my car and connect my phone to the car. Bet the music got the whole mfn school shakin I drive through the Wendy's drive thru.."Here's your strawberry lemonade." A brown skin girl with her curls dyed a soft pastel pink smiled at me while handing me my drink. "Preciate that."

I walk into the Gallo sipping on my lemonade. I made my way into every shoe store looking for these Js I done seen online before.

But I noticed this stud was creepily following me.

Swear to god if she follow me into this next store I'm finna go off. As I walked out Foot Locker making my way into another store, she stopped me. "Aye" she said. I looked at her weird, "Wassup?"

"What's yo name. I swear I know you from somewhere." She asked me. She ain't giving good vibes but she mad pretty so imma keep talking.

"Ny." I replied drinking the last bit of my lemonade. "Shyt what's yo Instagram." I tell her my Instagram. "Maneee thas where Ik yo fine ass from." She said as I just looked at her awkward like df she want me to say.

"Am having a lil kickback but I want you to pull up. I text you the details thru Instagram aight." She said as she asked if I think I would come. "Maybe, what's yo name doe." I asked. "Ace..Alright I fuck wid you." She said as she started walking away.

Shid alright whatever

                           Asia POV
I kicked the door open gently and set down the hundreds of shopping bags that Mrs. Greene made me buy, or at least it seemed like hundreds of them.

I took out all the clothes and quickly changed into a beater and a pair of navy blue basketball shorts. Wow I'm way more comfortable with dressing like this.

"Asia! Come downstairs! Let's eat dinner together!" I hear Mrs. Greene calling me from the kitchen, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I walked down the glass stairs slowly. I know she is doing all this for me, but I still don't fully trust her.

"Come on, go sit at the table with Jazz and Ashanti." Mrs. Greene gestured her head towards the dining room as she changed the music on her phone that was laying on the marble slab.

Oh her name is Ashanti. I nodded, stuffed my hands into my pockets and made my way to the table. I had socks on but I could feel the coldness of the floor tiles on the bottom of my feet.

"Hey! Here, sit down here." Ashanti (the fem from earlier) got up and pulled a chair out from under the table.  "Thank you." I mumbled. I'm not used to being treated so nicely.

"What you want to eat? We got ..." she pointed at all the food that was placed on the table. Her voice faded, though, as I couldn't help but notice the stud. She ain't even look at me.  But hey I guess you can't expect this type of kindness from everyone.

Mrs. Greene sat on the other side of the dining table. As she was placing food in her plate, she looked up at the stud and furrowed her eyebrows. "Jazz. Why you ain't said nun to Asia? At least say hi." Mrs. Greene questioned Jazz sounding a little irritated.

Jazz looked at Mrs. Greene, and you can just tell that she was trying her best to hold herself back from rolling her eyes to the back of her head. She turned her face towards my direction. "Hi." She smacked her lips. "Hi?" I replied. This is awkward.

She got up and pushed her chair under the table.

"Where you going?" Mrs. Greene asked her. "I ain't hungry nomo." Jazz replied as she picked up her plate and headed out of the dining room. "Well anyways. Asia. Is it alright if tomorrow I introduce you to where you will be working?" Mrs. Greene asked trying to break the silence.

"Sure" I smiled as I stuffed a spoonful of her food into my mouth. It felt weird eating but I was starving, I haven't eaten this much in a minute.

I walked into "my" room and jumped onto the bed. Moving my arms and legs slowly all around the bed, just enjoying the feeling of the warmth and comfort.

I felt my hand hover over a piece of paper. I picked it up, curious as to what it was. There was a phone number written on it and the words "Text Me" under the number.

Well damn lemme at least set up my new phone first.
But deadass, who is this? I thought to myself.

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