❝rude asses, say it to my damn face!❞
HONESTLY, IF SOMEONE hated me, then tell me! Not call me some 'bitchy black girl,' I mean, what? Sour, I am, but now come on, that's plain old rude.
"You knew?" I questioned my bestfriend, Carter, with an unimpressed eye brow raise.
He threw his hands up in defense only for me to slap him in his forehead causing him to tumble off my king bed. His scrawny body landed with a satisfying 'thud' causing him to howl in pain.
I looked at him, crossing my ebony arms over my baby blue tube top. Scowling at him, I tapped down my frizzy onyx locks before getting up and stretching my limb out, telling him to 'get the hell up or stay on your flat ass for all I care.'
Grasping my hand, I began to hoist him up, but sadly, this 'bbg' is dumb as fu- freak seeing as he pulled me down, my beautiful face colliding with my luckily carpeted sea green floor.
"Ass," I mumbled, rolling on to his lap.
"Just like you my star," he gave me a sloppy nose kiss before pushing my head out from his folded legs, standing up and dusting his light grey jeans and plaid shirt. "Now babe, I've got a date and I don't want all your 'bitchy black girl' cooties to rub on me." He left on that note, blowing a quick kiss before speeding out.
"Bye ba- WAIT! YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE" I bellowed, not even caring at the use of 'excessive profanity' I just sounded.
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Okay, who am I kidding, I am a 'bbg' for all I care.