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¡ TWO (PART ONE) !
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NOT PROOF READ... ONCE AGAIN..
(double oops? 🙃)
DAY: saturday | september 8, 2018
TIME: 3:45 pm
¡ KYN'S SIDE NOTE !
s/o to my bookie jahsehbabesss for helping me think of this idea last night ☺️! y'all go read on our collab book "MISUNDERSTOOD" (a slumptacion book) on her page ❤️.
↝ STOKELEY GOULBOURNE ↜
I QUIETLY CHUCKLED TO MYSELF AS i read my friends texts from the groupchat that symere made.
《 app ⇝ messages 》
" CITY GIRLS FROM 305 ! GHETTO BOOTYS, PRETTY FACES AND THICK THIGHS ! (PERIODT 🥵)"
lil dentrell 🥰❣️.
soooo what's the move tonight bitches? i high key wanna see my mans 🙂.
sent - 3:48 pm
SATAN JR 😩🤯 ¡
yhu always wanna see your big potato headed ass nigga, what's new? NEXT IDEA PLS 🙄
sent - 3:50 pm
SLSKSK "thank you, dents" 😭😭😭😭
sent - 3:51 pm
my lizard boy 🤤.
i—
sent - 3:53 pm
SATAN JR 🤯 ¡
oof
sent - 3:54 pm
now wait a satandamn minu—
sent - 3:55 pm
GAZZYBEAR 🐻💛.
oh..
sent - 3:56 pm
lil dentrell 🥰❣️.
see now what you not finna do is come for my mans, pokeley periodt 😐
sent - 3:56 pm
mbn to have a man ☹️
sent - 3:57 pm
my lizard boy 🤤.
ew. now you sound like jarad fine ass.
sent - 3:58 pm
GAZZYBEAR 🐻💛.
it's *jerod and you spelleded omar wrong 😕
sent - 4:00 pm
🤮 ew gazzy, omar smell like three month old fry grease with a extra side of too much axe 🙁
sent - 4:01 pm
lil dentrell 🥰❣️.
WHEEZING 😭
sent - 4:02 pm
SATAN JR 🤯 ¡
ANYWAYS—
sent - 4:04 pm
let's just go to the football game tonight
sent - 4:05 pm
you just wanna see jordan play but, i'm down 🤷🏾♂️
sent - 4:06 pm
my lizard boy 🤤.
i see no lie 🤣, but me two
sent - 4:07 pm
GAZZYBEAR 🐻💛.
liar, omar smells sew gud but go arf 🤦🏼♂️
sent - 4:10 pm
me tree tho 🙂
sent - 4:11 pm
tree i— nvm
sent - 4:13 pm
lil dentrell 🥰❣️.
betteroonie 🤪
sent - 4:15 pm
SATAN JR 🤯 ¡
↑ um whut my nigga? ☠️ but the game starts at 6:00 soooo start getting ready now, i'm picking y'all up btw
sent - 4:17 pm
OH and shave y'all bc you never know when you might get dick 🙃
sent - 4:18 pm
i meannn i always shave and never get dick but mmkay qween
sent - 4:20 pm
my lizard boy 🤤.
oof. must not be nice 🤣
sent - 4: 22 pm
locking my phone i lug myself off of my queen sized bed. walking to my closet i pick out some ripped jeans, my low top black and white checkerboard vans, with a graphic tee my mom bought from gucci to match.
after picking out my outfit i walk into the bathroom and cut on the shower. i connect my phone up to the speakers and hit my shower playlist, i hum with beyoncé's voice as apeshit started to blast through the speaker.
i strip from my clothes and step in my steaming shower. i let out a sigh in pleasure as the hot water pelted onto my skin, relaxing my surprisingly tense muscles.
grabbing my spiced gingerbread swirl body wash from bath and body works and proceeded to scrub my body. { a/n ⇒ i don't think that scent is real 😭. i was on their website and literally searched 'cookie' and that's the scent of a candle but, idc. }
after i thoroughly washed my body i rinsed off and stepped out onto my white furry rug sitting on the other side of my shower. i dry myself off then wrapped the towel around my body. i walked into my room and applied my lotion and deodorant.
i put on my undergarments and then my outfit, i looked at the clock, it reading, 5:30 pm. i quickly go into the bathroom and brush my teeth hearing the familiar sound of symere's horn. i use the green mouthwash as i grab my phone and rush downstairs.
locking my door, i hear a voice yell, "heeey thickums!" laughing i turn around and wave at them, "hey guys!" i climb in the backseat.
"hey stokes! i'm so ready to see kentrell play!" nick sighed dreamily as he looked out the window.
"oh kill me please." gazzy said as he rolled his eyes playfully. "i feel you gazzy, i'd rather be in heaven then to be around them." symere giggled as he drove down the road for about 15 minutes then we pulled up into the grass parking lot by our football field.
we all get out and head to ticket booth, "damn it's packed." gazzy said as he yelled over the loud noises of the excited crowd.
the weather wasn't hot, surprisingly, but it wasn't cold either.. ya' know what i'm saying? but anyways we paid the 4 dollars each of us getting our tickets. "like no seriously." i replied as symere hummed in agreement.
we walked through the black plastic covered metal fence. the crowd seemed to be going crazy, i looked over at the field to see that boy who helped me yesterday running the ball.
he was kind of cute.. but relationships don't seem to be my thing.
after we found a good spot in the stands, i checked my phone, getting on twitter. i looked up to see the teams' on break, my eyes met with the same boy from the other day.
i blushes a little and looked down but, not before glancing at his sweaty body again. he caught me staring and nodded me over.
standing up, nick looked at me, "you okay?" he addressed. "uh yeah, i'm just gonna go down for a quick second y'all, i'll be back." i replied giving a smile.
"mm okay, let us know if anything happens or sum' i'll be quick to send a pussy hoe to jail." symere ranted as he rolled his eyes. "you been listening to city girls too much." gazzy laughed.
laughing as well, i headed down the steps. do NOT fall on your face. i nervously made my way over to him, my legs started to feel like jello each time i approached him closer.
why? i have no clue, this is so new to me. i've never had this feeling before. "uh h-hey.." i stammer. good going, i can't even seem to enunciate my words correctly and i don't even know this mysterious boy.
smirking a little he tilted his head to the side, "how you been? like–like from yesterday, you uh feeling any better?" he articulated as the sweat dropped down the side of his tatted face.
"yeah-yeah i am. thank y-you by the way. i'm stokeley.." i introduced anxiously. his eyes squinted upward as he let out the cutest chuckle, "i'm jahseh."
as he smiled i had to nearly close my eyes because the football field lights bounced off his diamonds? nearly blinding me, literally.
"ni—" before i could get my sentence out. the coach blew his whistle yelling at them to get back in the game. "meet me here after this last quarter shorty." jahseh spoke as he winked at me then put his helmet back on as he jogged toward the center of the field.
"o-okay." i said to myself as i watched him line up on the field. i smiled a little bit as i headed back up the concrete light blue stadium stairs. i just stared at my vans as they hit each step.
i made my way back to the seat as nick started yelling, "GO DADDY! THATS MY BAE YALL!" jarad and michael both sighed as said, "must be nice." smacking my lips i turn my head to look at them, "dawg y'all literally in a whole rel– nevermind."
"they seriously do this all day?" omar asked me laughing as he put his arm around gazzy. scrunching my nose up at his foul smell i give him a tight lipped smile and say, "mhm."
symere looks at me and busts out laughing. "what's funny?" omar asked confused as gazzy looked confused as well. "y'all don't smell that?" i ask with my eyebrow raised.
"oh bitch stopppp!" nick says laughing as his yellow braces showed. "i can't fucking breathe! oh my satan! WHEW." symere laughed as he wiped his eyes.
"y'all not funny, 'specially you stocky." gazzy commented. "stokeley gazz, stokeley." i replied chuckling at him. "it's not his fault your nigga smell like a mcdonald's kitchen that hasn't been cleaned in 8 years." nick said.
the rest of the game pretty much went like that. the timer went off, quite loudly indicating that the game was over and the crowd started to dissipate.
we all got up and headed down to the field. nick and symere were talking to kentrell and jordan while gazzy and omar were being cute with michael and jarad. i sighed to myself softly, just a constant reminder that i'm single.
"what's wrong shorty?" jahseh asked as he was now in some gray nike sweatpants and his jersey with read, "18, ONFROY".
"nothing, it's nothing." i choke out nervously as i shake my head. get your it together stoke, quit stuttering. "well, you wanna go out to eat with me and my niggas? you can bring your friends too." he asked as he shifted his weight from his right to left foot as he played with his gold chain draped around his neck.
"um.. s-sure. i-i don't think they'll m-mind." i say shyly as i look down at my feet, doing the little shuffle i always do. "just tell symere to follow jordan's car. we'll be there in a few, but i gotta go talk to my coach real quick. AYE JORDAN, TRELL! coach want us!" he yelled as the vein in his neck strained slightly. before he followed he turned his now indigo colored dreaded head to me and gave me one of those blinding smiles as he licked his lip lightly before walking away.
blushing marginally i watched as the other two boys left nick and symere. "hey guys? jahseh asked if we wanted to go eat with them so i s-said yeah. we don't hav-have to go if you don't want t-to." i said i put my hands in my distressed jean jacket pockets as i walked over to them.
"yeah that's fine." michael shrugged as jarad did the same. "well let's get going then." symere said as we started to walk off. "omar and jarad are meeting us there too." gazzy informed us as we walked back to the parking lot which was slightly less empty than it was when we arrived.
i looked around seeing everyone talking, taking pictures, having a good time. my eyes meet the girls' from yesterday, she mugs me and i look down shamed and frightened.
"you okay?" nick asked me as we got into the car. "yeah, i'm fine. just a little hungry." i replied shaking off the feeling i just got.
"okay just checking pokeley." symere nodded as he pulled out of the parking lot. "comma!" gazzy shouted as he did the hand movements.
we all busted out laughing as nick started playing season ft. lil baby by them. we all shouted the lyrics while gazzy recorded.
this night seemed to be fun so far, hopefully it stays this way.
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heeeeey guise HAPPY NEW YEAARRRRR !
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- kyn 🧞♀️💜