"Grace get up! You have school today!" My mother banged on the door and I groaned. Is it Monday already?

The woman continued to bang on the door, "alright alright! I'm up!"

"You have to leave in an hour! Hurry up! If your late I'm taking this damn door!" I roll my eyes as she yells at me through the door.

"Damn why is your house always loud?" Bri groans from besides me. She's the whole reason I had to lock the door in the first place.

"You insisted on staying at my place," I sat up and she wrapped her arm around my waist.

"We were both drunk as fuck. Your house was the closet," she mumbled into the pillow. I rolled my eyes.

"I gotta showed Bri," she groaned and pulled me closer.

"Skip school today. Please for me?" Her head now laid in my lap. I ran my fingers trough her hair.

"I can't. My mom might take my door. I need that," Bri groans and lets me go.

"Fine," I get up and walk into the bathroom. Running the shower I let it run until it gets warm.

When it's finally warm I hop in. The shower is my thinking place. I let all my thoughts run loose. Like why is Brielle still with me? I'm an 18 year old living with her mom and little sister, with no job, or source of money for that matter and Brielle, well she's Bri. A 20 year old with money, her own business, damn she's a whole grown woman. Am I holding her back?

Groaning I grab my black cherry scented shampoo, pour some in my hands and rub it in my hair. Back to my thought on Bri though. I like her. I mean after the whole ordeal with Brooke, oh Brooke. I don't even know where to begin with her. Well actually I do. She's strait as hell!

Sighing I rinse out the shampoo and put the same scented conditioner in my hair. What the hell am I doing with my life? Why a. I stuck on Brooke? Bri is the obvious choice. I mean she's not straight for one!

Ignoring my thought I grab my razor. As I do every time I take a shower I shave everything, but my actual hair on my head and eyebrows, while I let the conditioner set in my hair. When I'm done with that I wash my body and get out.

I wrapped my hair and body in towels then walked out the bathroom.

"Your Mom was yelling again. Something about thirty minutes and you better not be late?" Bri shrugged and I cursed under my breathe.

I went to my closet and pulled out some seats and a tank top. I threw them on after putting on a lace black bra, and a matching lace black thong. I don't fuck with panty lines. Grabbing my white bike air force from the floor I grab a pair of white socks from my drawer and sit in the bed next to Bri.

"Do you want me to drive you?"

I nod my head, "please babe. We still haven't gotten my bike."

She sits up from her laying down position and kisses my neck, "anything for you baby."

I smile and turn my head to face her. Smirking I place my lips on hers. Only for a second though then I pull back, "sorry baby. I can't be late."

Leaving my wet hair alone I apply a quick layer of mascara and some lip gloss then grabbed my bag," okay baby I'm read let's go!" Bri gets and grabs her jacket and slides on her slides.

"Did you forget anything? Once we leave out this room your moms gonna frank," she's right, I opened my bag and checked inside. I also threw my my phone and charger in the bag.

"Yah I'm ready," she nods her head and we made our way down stairs. We basically ran out the house before my mom could have a cow.

"I'm stopping to get breakfast I'm hungry as fuck!" Brielle took a sharp turn.

"God me to," I grabbed my bag from the floor and shuffled through it for my phone.

"Hey, look in the back seat. There's something back there that I've been meaning to give to you," I look up from shuffling in my bag.

"Oh really?" She stops at a red light and looks at me.

"Really baby," I turn in my seat and grab a brown paper bag that says Louis Vuitton on it.

"Hum? What this?"

"Open it," the light changes from red to green and Bri takes off. I open the brown paper sack to reveal a Lv bag.

"You didn't!"

"I did. Thought you could use a new bag to stunt on all those thots at your school," Bri pulls into McDonald's.

"Awe thank you baby!" I grab her face and pull her to me.

"Anything for you."

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"Ugh, I'm so jealous!" My friend Dana said while admiring my bag.

"Read it and weep losers," I laugh while setting my bag up on the table.

"Damn I bet that girl of your is loaded!" Jackie said eyeing the bag.

"She must be because they haven't even been together that long and she already buying you nice things. Must be nice!" Tyler said.

"Your always hatin'."

"Where did you meet her at?" Dana asked.

"At a tattoo parlor," I grabbed my bag from being on display.

"Shoot let me go get tatted up real quick," I rolled my eyes and looked around the lunch room.

I spotted Brooke's old table. Fin sat there sporting a black eye and bursted lip. I laughed under my breathe.

"Y'all see Fin? He got in a fight at some party this weekend," Jackie started the conversation up again. I continue to look around for a certain blonde. I finally spotted her in the lunch line.

She has her back towards me, so I take a second to admire. I can look but can't touch. I lick my lips. For a white girl she kinda has a figure. Her ass ain't totally flat. I bite my lip.

"Dude don't even think about it," Tyler brings me outta my thoughts.

"What?" I shake my head and look at him.

"I see you eyeing Brooklyn. Dude don't even think about it. Fin has a bullseye painted on her back. You don't wanna get involved with that," Tyler then gives his attention to the three other people taking a seat at our table.

Brooke made her way through the line and now is walking past our table with a few other girls probably going to sit outside. I look down as she walks by that's when I notice something on her white pants. Should I say something I should shouldn't I?

Standing up I grab my bag and grab Brooke by the elbow before she could walk away, "Hey Brooke, can I talk to you?" My whole table stairs at me and Tyler shakes his head.

"Yeah sure. What about?" She smiles. Wow ok that's faker than Dana's hair.

"Could we do it some place else like the bathroom?" She looked at me weirdly, "trust me," I whispered to her. She nods her head and hands her lunch to one of her friends.

"I'll be right back," she tells them. I let go of her elbow and follow behind her out of the cafeteria and to the bathroom, "so what do you need to talk to me about?"

"Look in the mirror at your pants," her eye brows scrunch together in confusion but she does as told. I lean up against the bathroom sinks.

"My pants!" She rushes into the bathroom, "oh my god! Imagine if someone else saw! It'd be a frickin disaster!"

"I know right. Need a tampon or something?" I asked from outside the door.

"Yes, I need a pad."

"I'm fresh outta those," I dig through my bag and find a tampon and pantie liner. I slid them under the door.

"I can't use these," I roll my eyes.

"Yes you can. It won't hurt your your virgin self just try it."

She groans, "how do I use it?" I stifle a laugh.

"Well you take out out the pac-"

"Don't even finish that sentence!" She snapped at me. I laughed.

"You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"You were going to say something sarcastic!"

"Touché. Look just take it out the package and pull the stick thing back it'll click and then you just stuck it up. Simple as that."

She groaned once more before I heard the ripping of the package. At the same time two girls decide to walk in. I turned around to face the mirror. Digging my gloss outta my bag I applied some. One of the girl went into a stall while the other stood in front of the tall mirror and took some pictures.

I couldn't help but think, bitch me to. Now only if you were cute. I shook my head.a flush of the toilet was heard and Brooke walked out pulling down her shirt. Or should I say attempting to pull down her shirt.i stood behind her as she washed her hands.

"Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" She asked while were walking out of the bathroom.

"I wouldn't submit any girl through the toucher of being humiliated for having a period. Do you have a spare change of clothes?" She pouted out her bottom lip and shook her head. I sighed, "I have a spare in my locker. In the gym."

We walked all the way out to the girls locker room. Inside my locker I had a white shirt that was once a large, but I cut it into a crop top, and a pair of high waisted mom shorts that I wore one day, but then decided I didn't like them and traded them in for a pair of sweats I had in here. I took out the clothes and handed them to her.

"Did you already have gym?" I shook my head, "what are you going to wear to gym then?" I shrugged.

"Today is track tryouts. I can run in my sports bra and sweats," I shrugged.

"You run track?" I nod my head and lean up against my locker.

"When I wanna."

Brooke walked into a stalled and changed out of her clothes and put on what I gave her. It was perfect for her. The shirt hung off her shoulder and the mom shorts brought out her toned legs.

"Thanks Grace."

I shrugged and pushed myself off the locker, "don't mention it." I make my way towards the door, "like literally don't mention it. I will deny all of this."

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