˚┊❛aran x fem! black reader❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
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│- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
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│y/n vents to her male friend
│about her boyfriend, and offers
│ to treat her better
└➤ ongoing。✑ ─────┐
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⋆ ★ ❝WHO IS THIS?❞ ⋆ ★
📍manhattan, new york
彡┊❝ALIGHT, THATS ALL FOR TODAY. YOU'RE DISMISSED.❞ once your fifth period teacher dismissed you from class, you met up with carter to walk to your car for change of clothes for volleyball practice. although you didn't play, you became a manager so you wouldn't have to be bored once you got home from school. it also allowed you to stay in shape before dance season, since you and aurora occasionally worked out with the boys.
"how was your day babe?" carter asked, gently grabbing your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.
"it was alright, my english teacher was doing the most when he graded my essay. gave me half points because my quality of writing wasn't that good, whatever that means. but i know im a good writer so it's whatever. how was yours?"
"damn right you're a good writer. my day was good, i had health today, so you know it was an easy a. you boutta go change for volleyball?"
"mhmm. i just needa grab my bag and aurora's bag so we can change." you pulled your hand away from carter's so you could search for your keys in your bag. once you found them, you popped the trunk and double checked to make sure you had the right clothes.
when you pulled the shorts and shirts from your bag, carter's attitude changed. "yo, who you wearing that shit for?"
slowly turning your head to look at carter like he was dumb, you scoffed. "are you serious? this gotta be a joke, cause ain't no way."
"do i look like im joking? who are you wearing those for? why can't you stay in the sweats you came to school in?" carter said, snatching the shorts from your hands.
"boy, if you don't— gimme my damn shorts!" you snatched the shorts back from carter's hands and shoved them in your bag, then slammed the trunk closed. "think ima be in that hot gym wearing sweat pants. get outta here." you mumbled.
"speak up. you know i hate that mumbling shit."
"don't tell me what to do. or what to wear, you're not my father. even he don't tell me what to wear. anyways, i gotta go, i'ma be late for warmups."
you slammed your trunk and locked your car, sped walking away from carter, ignoring his calls out to you. his comment on your shorts messed up your mood. the shorts weren't even super short to begin with.
finally making it to the gym, you handed aurora her bag and went into the locker room to quickly change, then head out to practice to start warmups.
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