Maya went into her room and changed into her grey sweatpants and over sized misfit shirt with the sleeves cut off and her black boots. She also put in her black lip ring and put her hair in a messy bun.. She decided to oovoo Keria and Christy.
Keria:Hey girl!
Maya: Hey y'all.
Christy: Wyd
Maya: I just came from the cook out in the back yard.
Christy: That's cool.
Maya: My new friends out there.
Keria: Tell them to come so we can meet them.
(knock knock)
Prince: Yo Maya, You dressed?
Maya: Yeah you can come in.
(All he had on was his shorts. His body was dripping wet and you can see the size of his friend downstairs if you know what I mean.)
Maya P.O.V.
When I saw Prince shirtless I was about to die cause he was so sexy. Those ABS, you can see his friend too. ooh Jesus help me.
End of P.O.V.
Prince:(laughs) You must like the view?
Maya: Wha...Wha... What? No Noo I wasn't even looking.
Prince: Mmhmm mami Ok.
Keria /Christy: Dayyyuuuummm!!!
Maya: Y'all shut up (laughs)
Prince: Are those your friends? (walks over to sit on the bed)
Maya: Yes and get your wet booty off my bed. eww
Prince: Hey y'all I'm Jacob but everybody call me Prince.
Keria/Christy: Heeeyyy
Maya: ok Bye. now like I said get your wet booty off my bed.
Prince: Whatever (pushes her head and runs to the bathroom)
Maya: Ugh! You have to come out.
Prince: When I do, you not gone catch me.
Maya: Whatever you say
Keria: He know he fine.
Christy: Yes honey
Maya: (laughs) Yall stupid.
(The rest of the crew walks in.)
Sasha: Aye bae where Prince at?
Maya: Oh he in the bathroom. I'M gonna beat his a** when he come out.
Sasha: What his crazy self did now?
Maya: Just joking around.
Sasha: Oh.
Keria/Christy: EH EM!!!
Maya: Oh my bad. Y'all these are my bfffls Keria and Chrissy.
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The New Girl
FanfictionMaya is new to Los Angeles and she has to go to another school. When 4 boys who happen to be Mindless Behavior(not famous ) befriend her, she may fall in love with one of them. Love, Heartbreaks, and lies. A lot can happen even though you are the Ne...
