"Ow! Bitch....I'm bleeding." Nahmir exclaimed. He pointed to literally the teeniest scratch I've ever seen.
"Shut up. That's so fucking small." I argued. It was barely even red.
"Karli. His arm is bleeding. Stiletto nails are sharp bruh. How you even get past the dean?" Frida looked between Nahmir's arm and my pink nails.
"Fuck the dean, bitch-" I stop talking and instantly duck my head when the dean walked past us and out across the field of the school. We was all sat on the track for study hall since it was a thousand damn degrees.
Frida and Nahmir laughed, causing Taymoor's ears to perk and his eyes to leave the probation band on his ankle.
"The dean walk past again?" He asked, before I knew it he was snorting too.
"You don't want no smoke with the dean." Frida said, continuing on her school project. I rolled my eyes."If she catch me she gone make me wipe the pink off no way I want no fucking smoke." I said truthfully.
"Fuck the dean bitch." Nahmir mocked in a voice high and annoying like.
"We already know you wanna fuck the dean Nahmir." I said. What disgusted me was how it looked like he considered it, watching her out in the field in her lil ugly ass fit.
I looked at Taymoor and rolled my eyes for like the seventh time that minute. "Tay fuck is you doing?"
He sat patiently, a lighter up at his house arrest band while attempting to simultaneously saw it off with a lil piece of stick.
"I almost got it I swear." He said quiet, evidently focused in what he was doing.
"Boi that shit has not moved since you first got it." Nahmir said bluntly, taking a snapchat of him trying to cut it off.
"Shut up. I don't need your negativity right now."
I sighed knowingly. "It's a party."
Tay was known for going to parties. But he was on house arrest.
"Hell yeah. I gotta go. So this gotta go."
"A party is worth violating house arrest?"
"Yes." Tay answered. "Well at least this one. Sherane gon' be there."
Nahmir grinned. "That's my fucking son. Heart all snatched and shit." He cooed, ruffling the top of Tay's head. I turn to catch Frida sucking on her lip, something I learnt she did when she wanted to say something salty.
Frida and Tay dated a little, on and off till Freida called it quits to focus on cheerleading and school. And partly trust issues. They agreed to be close friends. Come the new year and Frida was secretly whipped again and has been ever since.
"Ima go hand this project in. See y'all last period." Freida gets up and leaves before I could say 'wait.'
We all watch her retreat and I don't miss Tay's lingering gaze on her walking away. I don't really think I missed anything. I gave all my attention to the little details.
"Karli your tracks sticking out." Said Nahmir.
I gasped. "Bitch where? Are you serious?"
"I'm deadass. Right over here." Before I could catch on to his fuckery he already pulled my hair back, causing my head to bend all the way back.
"Ow! Stop messing with me!" I pushed him hard and he falls on to his back in defeat.
Taymoor is already back at his bracelet, but he gives up not long after. "Bitch I'm—they really made this shit fucking fireproof bruh. How the fuck I'm gone take it off?" He nearly exclaimed.
Nahmir chuckled. "That's the point son. You not supposed to." He sang, sitting back up.
I grinned. "You lucky I got my 9 inch stiletto nails boi. Watch me saw this whole shit off." I bragged.
"Girl get off me."
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end of |uno |
for my nahmir baby mamas.
