Chasity's POV-
"You should have signed a prenup then dummy," Missy said on her phone.
"You gave her a phone?" I asked Stefan.
"She said she needed to call her hoes. I didn't question it." He replied.
"Hoes?" I asked.
"My sugar daddies!" Missy sang as she came up to us.
"Sugar who huh?" Stefan asked.
"Boys who give me money because I'm beautiful. They spit on my bullies' food." She said.
"Who bullies you?" Stefan asked.
"Racist, stupid meanies," Missy replied.
"Who the fuck is racist to you?" Stefan and I questioned.
"The pick me girls and the annoying Fortnite boys. They said that I'm too dark to sit with them. They also said that I can't have half of their chicken sandwich. Do I look like I want your unseasoned road meat, Emily? She needs to chill." Missy replied.
"I'm going to kill her," Stefan whispered.
"Don't worry I stabbed her in the arm with a colored pencil during playtime. Now she has a little color in her." Missy responded.
"Who is the girl?" Stefan asked his hands in a fist.
"Becky Emerson." Missy nurtured disgustedly.
"Oh her. Her brother owes me money, I'll kill him." Stefan said.
"Thanks, Steffy I was going to devise this whole plan but you saved me," Missy said kissing him on the cheek.
"Wait I want to hear the plan," I said.
"It's too illegal for your innocent brain." She told us and skipped away.
"Innocent what?" I asked.
He chuckled.
"I wonder how Missy will be like as a teen." Stefan wondered.
"She'll definitely be a quadrillionare baddie, who has guys throwing themselves at her," I replied and Stefan agreed.
We entered the house and ninja was panicking.
"Oh, you're safe." He sighed.
"Hey, bestie!" I replied.
"You need rules." He said.
"Oh no, it's happening. He's turning into a monster. We need to run." I whispered to Stefan.
"Stefan's father is trying to kill you so you need to follow some rules. I know you won't want to but it's for your own safety." He stalled
"OK, JUST SPILL!" I replied.
"Your curfew is at 9. You have to be supervised 24/7. You can't talk to strangers. You need to not put any attention on yourself. You can't talk to drug dealers." He said.
That's not that bad. I guess.
"And you can't go to Venice for tacos anymore." He said lastly.
"NOOOOOO! PLEASE NO! I CAN'T. DROPKICK STEFAN IF YOU HAVE TO BUT NOT MY TACOS!" I yelled and passed out.
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