His Ugly Girl

Chapter Four

"So Ugly, tell me about yourself."

I take a spoonful of goey caramel delight.

"Ummm, i love reading, my favorite color is blue but lately I'm oddly attracted to green, i like the sea and the rain actually anything water related in general, I'm in love with Hayley Kiyoko and Luke hemmings, yes bro I'm bisexual."

"Why do people call you ugly girl."
"Correction, you call me ugly girl, but brah I'm not ugly."
"Only because you dress like an ugly girl."
"No i do not."
"Honestly, your beautiful your face, hips, lips, legs, arms, you name it and it's all beautiful, but you dress like a hippie that buys her clothes off street sales men personally i don't mind it, but other people do." He had a point, i basically steal my clothes from Chase when he visits or let him go buy things for me,
"Oh."
"Then there's that most people haven't heard your voice." He took in a spoonful of his icecream,
"I don't like talking that much." He chuckled,
"Yeah you do, your a talkative person."
"I am not." I said crossing my arms like a five year old,
"As you say ugly girl, as you say."
I smack him on the shoulder and eat my frozen delight with a grin,but looking over at him, he eats with a neutral face,
"That's a crime you know." I say as he eats,
"What?" I pick up his cup,
"Eating plain vanilla and looking like a dead corpse."he shrugged,
"I'm a soccer player i don't ear ultra surgery things."

"Goed vir jou, want dit is die onwaar plek vir dat."
"What the fuck did you just say?"

I smile lightly, the look on his face was truelly bewitherd from the twinkle in his eyes and the shade of green that had gone darker.

"I said good for you , but this is the wrong place for that."
"What language is that?"
"Afrikaans."
"Where are you from?"
"South Africa, in a small town closer to East London, but my dad is French so we moved here."
"Which languages do you speak?"
"Zulu, Afrikaans and French." He ran a hand through his hair,
"Your one special little ugly girl aren't you?" I roll my eyes releasing my jungle hair from the bun it was in,
"I have one more question." I nod discreetly eating his ice cream,
"Why are you so light?"

I lean back into my chair once more.

"I'm half black half colored, my mum is a Xhosa woman and my dad loves chocolate way too much, but he's a colored meaning he's half black half white, I'm considered mixed race ,but when I was younger they called me a yellow bone, until a trip to California made me darker."

"No wonder Amanda calls you an oreo."
"Amanda?" He snaps his fingers,
"You know the short one, with brown hair, the creepyly attached one."
"You mean Emma." I laugh,
"Yeah Emily." I shake my head and finish his ice cream,
"That's mine." I nod,
"Oh trust me, i know."
"Ugly." He huffs and i watch him order another with a frustrated look on his face and i couldn't hold it in side Harrison was cute when he's frustrated, but the way his bottom lip jutted out slightly and his eye brows furrowed, was too extraordinary not to laugh at.

"Look at yo face!" I laugh and he barks a laugh as well,
"You laugh like a donkey choking on a tortilla." I raise an eyebrow at him,
"Why is a donkey chowing a tortilla?"
"Because it's a donkey, my donkey and it doesn't need people named Liberty being donkey-sist."
"That isn't even a word."
"Now your being word-sist."he crosses his arms.

I laugh again.

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Hallo beautiful people!
Firstly thanks for your support and if it wouldn't be too much to ask for could you click that yellow or is it orange(it's orange) star at da bottom thanks.

Any good the beautiful lady above if you do not know her is Yara Shahidi but let's forget her real name because she's Liberty Summers!