Decisions

MEN.
MEN.
MEN.
I'm so done with them they're assho-

"Ex-excuse me"

My brows furrowed as I turned around wanting to see the dipshit who dared to disturb me.

My eyes widened

"The fu-" I stuttered. I, Alisha fucking Montegro stuttered.

This guy was definitely handcrafted by the Lord himself cuz ain't nobody telling me this piece of white cake ain't a piece of art. I swallowed my words back and stared at him moving my hip sideways and placing my hand on it. "And... who might you be?"

He stared at me losing his stance and obviously looking stunned before shaking his head repeatedly almost a gesture meant for him to get his shit together and sped walked past me.

In-te-res-ting choice.

"O-M-G" I heard my bestie mumble beside me. "And who was that fyn shii??!!" she giggled, lightly tapping my shoulder.
"He's a... nobody obvi. Let's go Nora we don't wanna be late you know how Bigfoot reacts to us being late" I push her off me and walk out of the grocery store. I heard her grumbles but ignored them as I took out the keys to my Lamborghini. She just kept on blabbering in the car but God knows why my mind wandered off somewhere else. To that boy. That man. Plain ass looking but definitely well-toned as his muscles tensed against his hoodie. Dark brownish hair and pale ash eye colour.

I bit my lip in disappointment. Seriously Alisha?

"ALISHA!! lezzz gooooo ugh!"

I scoffed. "yh, yh" I started the engine smiling at myself. Anywayzzzz I got better things to think about. Ain't like I'm gonna meet him again or something.
...right?

Go thru a one-shot story (ion know if this could be taken as a one-shot story tho) about a simple extravagant (hehehe) rich Black girl and an artist, a painter, Zayden Kent.

○She fell first○
○He fell harder○

Or rather, the opposite 🤧🤭