Pretty Girl ~ xxxtentacion

5

I was eating at the kitchen table. My parents walked in the house.

"So who the fuck was that nigga?" My dad spat

"Someone" I spoke

"Who the fuck was he?" He spat again

"A boy" I said. He was becoming annoyed and I wanted to laugh.

"You told your sister you were with a friend" My mom spoke calmly

"He is a friend" I say

"Then why did he kiss your hand?" My dad questioned

"Cuz that's what he does" I rolled my eyes. We continued to have this conversation. My phone started ringing. I looked at it to see Jahseh calling me. I was washing my plate so I had to put him on speaker.

"Hello?" I answered the phone

"Whatchu doin?" Jahseh questioned

"I just ate" I responded

"I hope your parents aren't mad at you for going out after school to be with a nigga" He said

"My dad is a little pressed but my mom was calm about it" I revealed

"She said you look like you are protective of me" I laughed. He laughed too.

"I mean.....she ain't wrong" he laughed. I laughed with him. I went upstairs with him still on speaker. I closed my door too.

"Was yo daddy mad?" He questioned

"Yeah" I admit

"Damn. F'real" he laughed

"Yeah. He was like 'who the fuck is that nigga' and stuff like that" I quoted. Jahseh laughed.

"You wanna hang with the group after school tomorrow?" He asked

"I have to ask my parents" I said

"Hold on" I added. I went downstairs to ask my mom.

"Can I hang out with the group tomorrow after school?" I questioned

"Yeah you can baby" my mom answered. I closed the door.

"She said I can" I informed Jahseh.

"It's llliiiitttt" Jahseh celebrated. I laughed. I decided to FaceTime Jahseh. He accepted it and had a big smile on his face.

"Why you smilin like that?" I laughed

"I'm happy you wanna actually see me" he said. I laughed.

                            ☠️☠️☠️

"Seh I have a question" I spoke. He smiled.

"I like that name" he compliments. I laughed.

"But what did you wanna ask mama?" He questioned

"Do boys care about what a girls hands look like?" I asked

"Yeah. A little" he revealed

"Like no one wants a girl with some dry ass, wrinkly hands" he laughs

"Do you like my hands?" I questioned looking at my hand.

"Yeah. I always tell you your hands are pretty.....just like your face" he says

"Why do you think I'm so pretty?" I laughed

"Cuz you are......like your face is so perfect. You have no I imperfections" he says

"Stop" I said exaggeratively. He laughed.

"You okay though?" He changed the subject.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?" I spoke

"No I'm talkin bout what you told me earlier.....like have you thought about that stuff ever since?" He questioned

"No. I haven't" I say

"Good" he says