Two Weeks Later...
Lexington POV
Drew and I are stronger than we were before. We were inseparable it's like we were joined at the hip, but my guard still up. Just in case he slip up or some shit happen. I won't even be hurt. I'd just shrug that shit off. I live by a lot of old sayings, but one of my favorites is "Don’t cry over spilled milk."
I'm a free spirit and I live in the moment. Tonight Tasha, Monica, Angie and Britany are going on dates with Drew, Bigg, Andre, Chip and Slim. Andre, Chip, and Slim are a part of Drew crew.
Andre is tall, muscle bound, brush cut, has tattoos everywhere, he has his own place, cars, and he got a swaged out dress code. Hell if you got the money why not right? Andre and Chip can go for twins, but they a year apart and Chip had a tear drop under his eye. He seem like the hardcore type thug. Don't shit get pass him.
Then there's Slim his tall and skinny, but he got a toned body. I wouldn't want to fight his ass cause for someone who is skinny like him you would never expect that he fucking shit up. He got a few tattoos, but nothing major. He has his own. So there’s no need to get into details.
Since we're going out tonight I don’t know where.
Drew won't tell me, but whatever. The girls are all over at my house and we're getting ready for this date.
Brittany and her boyfriend broke up 'cause she caught him cheating in the stairwell at school. When she found out she wasn't even mad.
It was crazy how it all happened though. Brittany had to go to the main office because they needed to see her about something. When she was walking down the back stairway. She heard moaning and was like wtf. When she got closer it got louder and louder. When she looked to see who it was it was, it was her boyfriend fucking some girl.
They were so into it they didn't even notice she had walked up. Brittany cleared her throat and when they looked he was shocked. The girl screamed and ran up the stairs fixing up her clothes. Most of y'all thinking as to why she didn’t beat the bitch ass.
A few reasons why 1. He was her boyfriend so he was the target, not the girl; 2. The girl was a hoe and a waste of time; 3. IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN. Anyway, Brittany punched the shit out of him and he went rolling down the stairs.
His pants and dick were out. I wish I was there cause I would've been laughing hysterically. Shit was too funny. But hey you get what you ask for. When Brittany tried to walk away he jumped up trying to run after her.
He grabbed her arm to stop her and apologize, but she ain't wanna hear it. She punched his ass harder that time. Leaving him lying on the floor. She continued walking to the office. THE END.
So back to this date. Our hair was done and we were ready.
Angie had on a pair of jean shorts, a short sleeve Jack Daniels top, a pair of black combat boots, a pink wrist wallet, and her hair was flat ironed.
Brittany had on a sheer panel vest top, a padded lace bandeau, a vintage distressed jean vest, London studded leggings, lace up combat boots, and a pair of Marc Jacobs black Havana framed aviator, and a Chanel vintage lambskin bag.
Monica wore a pair of light washed ripped skinny jeans, a ruffled spaghetti strapped shirt, a red jacket, a pair of red pumps, with a bold red necklace, a gold bracelet, and had a gold clutch. Her hair was in curls, but it was pinned back with a slight hump.
Tasha had on a pair of jeans shorts, a black crop top with a conjoined gold chain, some black and gold wedged heels. She had her hair pulled into a high bun with a bang.
