Valencia Carter

MirMir 😷
Wake yo ugly ass up and come chill wit a nigga!!!
-1:40 p.m.

I threw my phone on the other side of the bed and rolled over to get my rest. It's too early for this. My phone dinged again and I huffed, grabbing it.

MirMir 😷
I know yo ass went back to sleep. Wake. Tf. Up!
-1:43 p.m.

Fine.
-1:44 p.m.

My phone dinged again right when I sent the message.

Tasty🙀💦
Amir told me to tell you to get tf up.
-1:44 p.m.

I rolled my eyes as I flinged the covers from over me and got up. Can't sleep in peace.

"Hazel, what you making?" I patted my wig rhat was under my bonnet as I took a seat at the island.

"Pancakes, bacon, and eggs." She said. We both wake up late, but it's not morning until we do.

"Yum." I looked at the rest of the messages on my phone.

Londyn🤦🏾
I'm sorry about yesterday.
-8:05 a.m.

A1 Head
You didn't tell me you knew my boyfriend.
-10:00 a.m.

Hoe
Why you been dodging my calls?
-Yesterday

Hoe with two kids
I know you been seeing my texts!!!! 😡
-Yesterday

Pass around
Puff when you gonna let me taste you again? It's been a month and I miss it. 😜
-4:14 a.m.

I laughed at Ava's text, sitting my phone face down on the marble top. She knew she had a boyfriend though. I don't care if you're married, engaged, in a relationship, or single. If you're willing to drink from the fountain of youth then I'm not passing it up.

Ava told me she had a boyfriend, but he's barely home because of work and school. She came onto me, not the other way around. I don't chase bitches.

"Here." Hazel slid a plate towards me.

"I smell food in the hallway. Which one of y'all is cooking." We heard Marcus' greedy ass enter our apartment.

"Hazel." I put a whole piece of bacon in my mouth.

"Haze, you can burn in the kitchen but you still not getting no dick. How you ain't got a nigga yet?" Marcus took his plate out of the microwave. He's always over here when we cook so we always have a plate for him. Fat ass.

"Marcus, do you get any play? Just answer that question for me." She placed her hands on her hips, waiting for an answer.

"I sure do." He said. "I'd have more play if majority of San Diego wasn't hung up on Val's vagina."

"Maybe you need to step up your spit game." I patted his back as I made my way to my room to take a shower.

Setting the water to probably what would be scorching hot to others, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped inside.

As usual, my mind started to slip out of reality as I washed my body.

"You're so pretty, Val." My mom told me as she brushed my long curly hair into a slick ponytail.

I was fourteen, still letting my mom do my hair. It made her happy even though her little girl was growing up. I always hated the way she did it.

"Thanks mom."

Eighth grade was the year. The year I realized I was different. I looked at girls the way I supposed to look at boys. I was scared that something was wrong with me.

But then I came across her. She was a freshman in high school and she told me that everything was normal. She told me not to fight what my heart was feeling.

"You're so pretty, Vally." She brushed a loose tendril out of my face.

I hated my name, but I liked when she called me by it.

"Thank you." I blushed.

"You ever kissed someone before?" She asked, catching me off guard.

"N-no."

"Do you like me?" She scooted closer to me.

"Yes."

She started to lean in and I followed her lead. Our lips touched and I felt the butterflies in my stomach. It was like we were the only people in the world.

We dated for a few months and the whole time I kept her a secret. We both did. Then she started growing distant.

"You barely talk to me anymore." I told her while we sat at the park, our usual spot.

"Valencia, we can't do this anymore."

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"Nothing I just don't want this anymore. I think this was just a phase. I like this boy-"

"Don't ever talk to me again." I stood up from the bench because I felt the need to cry and I refused to let her see.

"Val-"

"Fuck you." I forcefully wiped the tears away that kept falling.

In those few months I fell for her. Hard. And she stomped on my heart like it was nothing. Stupid me.

"Hurry your ass up! I know that water is cold!" Hazel banged on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I turned the water off and wrapped the towel around my body as I stepped out of the shower.

"Better make it snappy before we leave without you." Marcus said from the other side of the door.

"Bite me." I rolled my eyes.

°•°•°•°

"I thought I was gonna have to drag you here." Amir said when he opened the front door.

"Shut up." I mushed his face as I welcomed myself inside.

Lover boy sat on the couch with a controller sitting in his lap, waiting for Amir. He sucked his teeth when I sat on the loveseat across from him.

"Is there a problem?" I smirked.

His tongue poked his cheek as his nostrils flared, "Is there, bitch?"

"Hey! We not doing none of that." Amir pointed between me and him.

"He's just mad because he caught his girlfriend giving me head."

"Forreal? My nigga that's priceless!" Amir let out the ugliest laugh causing Hazel and Marcus to join.

"You sure do get around. Hoe." He spat.

The laughing quickly came to a halt.

"Let's get one thing straight. I'm far from a hoe. Niggas run game on bitches all the time and it's normal, but the minute it's reversed I'm a hoe. Get the fuck out of here. If you were doing what you were supposed to as a man then maybe your girl wouldn't have came to me." I retorted, looking him up and down.

"Let's play some 2k." Amir changed the subject, handing Marcus a controller.

"News flash, bitch, you don't have a dick. What you offering her other than fingers and tongue?" He completely ignored Amir's attempt to diffuse the situation.

"I don't put my mouth on random bitches but even with just my fingers I'm making her scream my name. My fingers can probably reach farther than your dick can. Is that why we're upset another girl pleases your girlfriend? Breaking your masculinity?" I pouted.

Everyone sat in silence watching us go back and forth. It was silent until we heard Amir and Marcus crunching on chips.

"Fuck you."

"I'll pass." I got up and went to the bathroom.

Before I could close the door all the way it was being pushed open. A hand gripped my throat as I was backed into a wall.

"Where your talk at now?" He looked down at me with a sadistic smirk on his face.

"Let go of me." I tried to pry his hands off of my neck. They weren't tight to were I couldn't breath, but I didn't want him touching me.

"No, talk your shit. I want you to." He pushed me into the sink, bending me over. I watched him lean down to my ear through the mirror. His hand gripped my waist making me jump. "You'd be a little more polite to me if you know what's good for you."

He smiled, leaving me in the bathroom in complete awe.

God, I hate him.

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Valencia?

Sebastian?

What do you think he meant?

Excuse mistakes.