𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍.

1

"Moni, girl!" Nyokia squealed in excitement, grabbing her friend by the arm and squeezing it tight as she walked into the classroom.

Nyokia was a thick dark skinned Jamaican girl who stood at 5'5, with large voluptuous breasts, small waist, and large backside.

Her hair was often in a small Afro puff with her edges sleeked and slayed for the gods. She hated her natural hair cause she always thought it was "nappy", but it never looked of the sort.

Her and Monique have been best friends since middle school and has always had each other's backs in all sorts of situations. When Nyokia came to the United States with her family from Jamaica, she was constantly picked on because she constantly wore the same clothes and shoes, had a really bad case of acne, was fat, and her accent was so strong, her words didn't often sound right which caused other students to poke and make fun of her.

Moni understood. Her family wasn't that fortunate either, but it wasn't in the case of Nyokia's. Monique one day, grew tired of people making fun of Nyokia and stood up for her.

"Y'all need to stop making fun of people for real!" Monique snapped at the group of girls who were sneering and taunting Nyokia one day in the bathroom. "Y'all ain't better than anybody else. Nobody in this world is perfect. Now get gone! For I really do some damage!"

Seeing that she was serious, the girls eyed Moni in fear and scurried out the bathroom, without looking back.

"Wow," Nyokia said in amazement and relief, removing herself from the corner she was in, walking over to Moni. She was surprised that this slim, 5'2 girl from the islands with brown hair that touched her shoulders, and didn't know her was sticking up for her. Nyokia really owed her.

"Thanks for sticking up for me," Nyokia thanked, adjusting her top because it was rising up.

Monique dismissed her, waving her hand. "Girl, it's okay. Where I'm from, we don't tolerate this type of behavior, especially from these type of people. Ain't nobody better than anybody else. We're all the same." She smiled.

Since the incident, the two have been close and vowed to have each other's back.

Nyokia glo'd up significantly so nobody really made fun of her anymore. All the boys would come to her, asking her out on dates or even ask if she would let them fuck.

She always turned them down. She knew her worth and not to just give herself up to these clown ass niggas, especially the ones who used to make fun of her.

"Ny, my African Queen," Moni joked, grinning as Ny squeezed her arm. "I'm here, relax."

Moni had a gap, but it wasn't really noticeable unless you were standing really close to her. Most girls were insecure about their gap or imperfections in their teeth and didn't like to smile, but Moni wasn't those type of girls. She learned to always love herself and try to find the beauty in things. Moni is slim. Her breasts was small. She didn't have a fat ass like her friend, but she was packing something in the back. Moni had thick hair that kissed her shoulders. She was cute and had a innocent look to her, but deep down inside, she knew she was far from innocent.

"Girl, let's sit down and get this work done for Mrs. P before she comes and collects it!" Nyokia pressed, as she sat in her seat and pressed on the computer and its monitor. "I already have a C in this class, I don't need no F!"

Moni chuckled before she took her seat next to Nyokia and did the same. She didn't understand how Nyokia had a C in the class and she had a A. They always worked together and studied together. Maybe there was a mark Nyokia was missing.