As I chew on another French fry, I spot a juicy Quarter Pounder sitting at the edge of the tub. I somehow managed to make my way through the full ass tub of fries and grasp the burger in my hands.

Setting myself to my original position in the bathtub, I took a moment to admire the sight of this delicious piece of diabetes sitting right before my very eyes. As I took a bite of the burger, I tasted a nice, warming, flavor of.....- cotton?

Beep! Beep! Beep!

What the fuck?

Opening my eyes fully (with not one French Fry in sight), I was greeted by the fabric of my cotton pillow rubbing between my teeth, "Dammit, I thought that shit was real." Rolling over to the other side of my bed, I picked up my phone and checked my Instagram feed before I came upon a startling thought.

I have school today?

Just as the thought entered my mind, my mother barged into the room, pans in hand, "WAKE THAT ASS UP! GET UP!" The ringing of the pans did wonders to my ears.

And not in the good way.

Bursting out of bed, fully awake at this point, I charged towards the bathroom in seek of relaxation. Seeing as I could still hear the pans outside my door, I proceeded to do my normal morning routine.

Take a shower. Check!

Neutrogena Acne Scrub (cause I'm a clean bitch). Check!

Brush teeth. Check!

Anything else to set an example for dirty ass hoes across the world. Check!

"Aaaaaaaaand I'm done."

Time for clothes.

Looking through the plethora of clothes cluttered in my closet, I settled on a 2019 Rachel Green vibe.

Deciding to make my hair look somewhat decent for today, I styled it into a messy ponytail look.

After taking a couple pictures for my Instagram, I headed downstairs, passing by my parent's room seeing both of them knocked out cold.

Of course my mom didn't bother cooking something for my first day.

"Guess I'm on my own this morning." I mumbled while jumping downstairs. After not seeing shit in the empty ass fridge, I grabbed the car keys to my Audi R8 and made my way to the door. Taking at least two steps outside the door, I realized a very startling fact.

I still had on my pink bunny bedroom slippers.

Unlocking the door once again, I rushed upstairs, putting on the correct pair of heels and continued on my journey to McDonald's.

Before I even pulled into the drive-thru, I noticed the long ass line and took a peek inside the restaurant. Seeing as it was nearly empty, I stole a tight parking spot between two huge GMCs and went inside. Before I could even step outside, the door of the GMC beside me swung open, hitting the side of my car.

I walk out of the vehicle, already cussing up a storm, "YOU BITCH ASS NIGGA! THATS MY FUCKING CAR! YOU PAYING FOR MY SHIT!."

"I-" He tries to speak.

"NUH NUH NUH NO. YOU PAYING FOR MY SHIT!" The only thing capturing my attention is the medium sized scratch tainting my car. As I look up, the most beautiful face to grace this earth (besides mine and Stephen James) stares back angrily at me.

And I- oop!

"Um- what I meant to say was- uh," While I was standing there looking like a babbling idiot, the Greek god decided to take that as his opportunity to clap back.

"Look sir, I'm not in the mood for this bullshit right now. Here's some money to fix the damages." With my mouth gaping wide enough to make a fully shaped O and hands now full of money, the man (excuse me- Greek god) pulled out of the parking lot.

BITCH?!!

Did he jus-

I continued to gape for about two more minutes until I realized I was getting weird stares from other McDonalds lovers. Deciding to ignore the scratch on my door, I got back inside the car and pulled into the drive-thru seeing as most of the cars disappeared. As I waited on the car in front of me to finish their order, I thought about what just happened.

The car in front of me pulled up to the first window and all problems were forgotten.

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Finishing the last of my Egg McMuffin, I threw the wrapper inside the bag and pulled into one of the last spots in the parking lot. I stepped outside of the car, orange juice in hand, and made my way into Royal Oaks High School.

As I took in the interior of the school, it made me wonder why we had to move in the first place.

I was living my best life, getting money, making friends, and being a bad bitch. But nooooo, dad had to transfer from his job to the one down here. He's still making the same amount of money here so I don't even know why we had to come down. Anyways where was I again?

Oh right school.

I make my way to the front office to get my locker combination and schedule. As I make my way to to my locker, I spot someone suspiciously familiar.

Are my eyes deceiving me? Same gorgeous eyes, same black locks, same outfit. No, it can't be. This motherfucker goes to school here. Oh hell no is he getting away with the stunt he pulled earlier.

I run down the hallway and shout," YOU PUSSY ASS NIGGA?! YOU THINK YOU CAN SCRATCH MY MOTHER FUCKING CAR, CALL ME A SIR AND GET AWAY WITH IT?! Nahhhhh NIGGA NO!"

As I say all this, I finally reach him and gawd I think my eyes hurt from seeing all this perfection. I really gotta practice not freezing up from seeing his face ,but dammmn is he not making it easy on me.

He looks down at me and smirks (ughhh I think my ovaries just died)," Oh, so you're not a man? Who would've thought?"

"Bitch, do I look like a man to you?" I question as I gesture towards my body.

"Oh no babygirl, you look all female to me." He remarks as his gaze travels down my body.

God Damn.

From the way he said babygirl, I don't think he wants my ovaries to survive. "Babygirl, huh? Keep calling me that and we'll make one right here in this hallway." Judging by the look of shock on his face, I can tell he didn't expect such a response from me.

The little bitch didn't expect me to say that didn't he. He shouldn't say stuff like that and expect not to get something back. If you gon be a freak then imma be a freak back. "Well well well, little miss mouthy has a freaky side to her. I'd love to put it to a test."

With my eyebrows raised, "Oh really?" I take mystery Greek boy to the nearest private space, and made sure no one was around before I jumped on him.

Legs firmly wrapped around his torso and his hands placed under my thighs, I look deeply into his eyes and start leaning in. I can see his hooded eyes locked into my lips and feel his hands traveling to my butt. Licking his lips, he slowly starts to meet me halfway. I can smell the scent of coffee in his breath.

Three centimeters away...

Two centimeters away...

One centimeters away...

"Hm, seems as if I still have a scratch on my car." I back away from him completely, leaving him looking like an idiot.

"I-"

Rrrriiiiinnnnnggggg!!!!

Hopping down from him, I sashay my way over to the exit. "See you around, pretty boy."

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(A/N: so we made it. Ummmm, yeah. We'll try to post every week or so, but like don't expect nun.)

Bye, my loves! ❤️