—— the next morning ——
Starr pov
"Fuckk." my head was pounding and i was irritated that i had to go to work.
(A lil bit about me: I'm 19, i work at footlocker , i'm 5'8 ... tall ik, and brownskin.)
I got my work clothes together, turned my speaker on and got in the shower.
"Denise i'm about to leave," i said standing at her room door.
"Ok, my head hurting like a bitch," she said squinting.
"You won't believe wtf you did last night," i said.
I told her and she busted out crying.
"Why did you let me do that?" she said in tears.
"Denise you did that shit yourself," i said folding my arms.
"Now niggas finna look at me like i'm just a personal dick sucker."
"Girl i'm going to be late bye."
I grabbed my keys & walked out the door.
Once i got in the car i turned on my favorite song by the city girls.
Nasty but classy (oww), Birkin bag me (bag me)
Spend a couple thousands on my titties and my ass cheeks (period)
Get my teeth done (haha), Cash app me (app me)
Sneak dissin' on the 'Gram, bitch, at me (at me)
Where my bad bitches lookin' for a athlete? (Where they at?)
Fashion Nova dress and ain't wearing no panties (no)
Dope boy, scam nigga, where they at? (Where they at?)
I just seen a hundred bottles coming from the back, uh
" ION WORK JOBS BITCH I AM A JOB," i sung pulling up to work.
1 hr later ....
This why i work at footlocker all the fine niggas love coming in here.
"Excuse me?" someone said tapping me.
It was a pretty ass darkskin girl, she was skinny but also had curves.
"Yes how can i help you?"
"Yes, can i get these in a 11 in men's?" she asked.
"Sure," i said turning & walking to the back.
Ian see no 11 when i got back there so i turned my black ass around.
"I'm sorry we don't have anymore 11's, but we do have 10 & a half's."
"Okay let me see if he wants to try that," she turned around flipping her long hair.
"Babe," she yelled.
He was looking at shoes, paying no mind to her.
"King come here," she demanded.
"Do you wanna try a 10 1/2?" she asked him.
"Yeah," he said looking down, being distracted by his phone.
