✨ diver down ✨

[Proud to include real people of color.]

{His insanely long eyelashes fluttered once as he looked up at me through deep, thoughtful brown eyes. I swear to god, every single guy I meet has Kardashian eyelashes while mine will perenially look like a stubby ass cornfield right after a harvest.

He always looked deep and pensive, like he was about to start reciting Shakespeare or some other intellectual bullshit. What he said instead, let me tell you, was way better.

"Do you want some skittles?"

I broke out in an awkward grin, which honestly probably looked more like a reluctant grimace. He was already pulling his wallet out of his pocket, counting through the many bills stashed there. I swallowed hard as he looked up at me again, money in hand.

"I love you." I stuttered.

His eyebrows twitched with confusion, and I instantly wanted to throw myself off a bridge.}

You could call this book... a collection. A collection of the many awkward, teenage horrible things I've been through. It's a true story, I didn't even change the names. So if you're tired of cliche, if you've had your fill of bad boys, Harry Styles, and horrible representation of black people in literature, then do read on.

{Real Characters. Not coincidences. And yes, my dreadlocks are real.}