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Chapter 4

Stephanie

Two weeks later

“I think that’s the last one”, I said to Lucas, hanging up another cheetah print Golf Wang Tee. A new stock of tees came in today and we’ve been organizing them all morning.

“Good shit.” Lucas sighed and got up.

I chuckled then went to the front of the store and sat down on the well-used green couch. Sudden satisfaction, because I was on my feet all day. I pulled my phone out and it alerted that I had 5 missed calls, 3 messages. All from Aaron. I really was tired of him but I guess because he texted me so much I might as well check them.

1:Baby answer my calls.

2:It’s important.

3:Fine, dont answer…but me and Yara is coming to Cali. I got a gig out there.

When I read the last one, I immediatly got excited. My best friend is coming! I texted back:

Cool, but I’m only excited that Yara is coming…and you probably suck at rapping…

Then I texted Yara:

Why the hell you did'nt tell me you were coming hoe!?

After .5 seconds someone replied..it was Aaron:

Feisty baby, wait until you see me.

I rolled my eyes. This dude really thinks he can just roll up to Cali, without me knowing what his lying ass is doing. Then there was another vibration.

It was supposed to be a surprise!

Yara responded.

I chuckled to myself just thinking about it. As soon as I got up…

“OH SHIT!”

I turned around and just in time jumped out the way, barely missing getting hit by Taco and Jasper speeding on there skateboards into the store.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK!”, I screamed, my face red. I thought I was about to die the speed they were going. My second time about to get hit by some nigga on a skateboard. They ran right into a rack of T-shirts, knocking them all down. Dang and all the time we spent on them shits. Taco and Jasper were laughing hysterically. Then I heard Lucas’s faint laugh right with them. These niggas are crazy, I thought. Just then Tyler ran in with a bunch of other niggas laughing.

“These niggas is crazy! These niggas is crazy!”, he kept repeating, his hand on his face.

There was like complete chaos in the store, because all these dudes were in there. Music started blasting out of no where from the speakers.

Waka Flocka…wait no..some nigga named Chief Keef.

“THAT’s THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE!”

Literally the place got so packed I was being pushed from them jumping up and down.

A few minutes passed and if was still going on. Oh no, I need to get out of here. I pushed my way thru, and spotted Lucas with Left Brain and Hodgy, looking at the new boards that also came in. I hurried toward them.

“Hey Stephanie-”, Left said

“I’m taking a break!”, I had to yell to all of them.

“Dang you look like you got your nipples twisted.”, Hodgy said laughing.

“Fuck off!”, I said trying not to laugh with him.

Then I sighed. “Oh sorry Left..heyy”, I said, brushing a curly strand away from my face.

He nodded and winked.

“You can just go home if you want, after your break, because all these dudes.”, Lucas said.

“Ok thanks”, I smiled. Then out of nowhere Lego came and snapped my pic. “What the?”, I asked. He shrugged then walked away.

I manage to get myself out the sweat filled, enclosed, no female should be in store, jumping over a bunch of bikes and skateboards, and took a deep breathe. I looked down the strip to see various stores, and my eyes landed right on the Starbucks sign down the street. I needed coffee…now.

I started walking, still in somewhat awe of the people in Cali. Some who walked down the street with 5 inch stilettos and high priced designer bags, along with the occasional stoner who freely smoked his “medical” weed. That’s when I heard a “Wait up!” in the distance behind me. I turned around and found Tyler. Staring back at me with this grin.

“Why the fuck you leave?”, he asked still grinning as if he was about to laugh.

I gave him a emotionless look, then turned back around. But what do u know…he still followed. I really needed alone time and he was being annoying.

“Tyler, I appreciate us being neighbors and shit, and the job is really cool, but I really need some alone time.”, I glared at him, hoping my green eyes pierced his soul. But he didn’t budge.

“So do I.”, he said then opened the door to Starbucks waiting for me to walk inside.

I was definitely taken aback. He’s so…weird.

Tyler

I don’t know what the fuck I was doing. I am not bout this life. But I went out there anyway. Mostly because I still wanted to see her face, and she had to go and leave the store. She walked into the Starbucks and I followed right behind her.

Awesome, I thought. The shit was nearly empty.

“Can I have a Vanilla iced coffee, really sweet.”, she said in her fucking gorgeous mouth.

Yo she really needs to stop. She then looked at me, assuming I was gonna order something. I really wanted a milkshake or some shit. But it’s whatever.

“Do you guys still have the rice crispy shits?”, I asked, I noticed Stephanie chuckled.

“Yes sir, would you like one?”, the clerk said. Dumb Nigga.

“No I want the new Trick Daddy Cd.”, I said sarcastically.

“Oh…well we don’t sell that here.” Stephanie started laughing.

This cool, chill laugh I can’t even explain. It was hot.

“I want a rice crispies treat, I don’t care if I have diabetes nigga, I still get bitches!”, I type screamed.

The clerk then hurried and got me the rice crispie thing. I smiled and said thank you in a gay ass voice, and then paid for it. Stephanie was still laughing.

“I don’t understand what’s so funny.”, I said seriously.

“You!”, she said still laughing.

“Is it because I’m beautiful?”, I said then smiled a lil kid type smile and blinked my eyes.

She still laughed. “Yes it’s because your beautiful.”, she said still giggling the taking a sip of coffee.

Then she looked at me all serious.

“On the real though, why did you follow me here?”, she asked keenly.

I follow you everywhere, I caught myself from saying. Ok I exaggerated. But this bitch stays on my mind and I don’t even know her that well.

“I don’t know…you looked cool.”, I said. She giggled some more.

“You are very odd Tyler,” she said then smiled. The sun shining in her eyes, making her eyes glisten. The table we sat in was right next to the window, and it was going on 6 pm. Perfect sun set.

“I try”, I said, squinting toward the sun, then bit on my rice crispie. I then looked at her and noticed her outfit. A white Tron Cat shirt, black jeans and her red vans. Her hair down with black Ray bans chillin right with her curls. Fuck.

“Uhh, You look nice in my shirt”, I said.

She then looked down…blushing. She’s like a baby. Like she tries to be hard, put on a front, but in the inside is that real girl. Eww did I just think some gay shit like that?

I started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”, she said.

I shook my head. I had to say it.

“Because you come off as being all bad ass, but inside your like fucking cake.”

“What!?”, she said laughing with a confused face.

“No seriously. Like your parents probably wake you up every morning, like "Stephanie Breakfast is ready!, and they like give you money every week, for fucking walking the dog or something”.

All of a sudden her expression changed.

Fuck, Tyler you really messed up now.

She gave a grim laugh.

“I wish.”, she said lowly, then took another sip.

I knew there was more shit to it, I was too curious.

“Well, shit, I wish I had that too.”, I admitted.

“What your life isn’t like that? Mr. Tyler, the Creator, who owns his own fucking store.”, she said, her voice different, like she was mad.

She must have been through some shit. I don’t know why I thought this, but I think it had something to do with her father. That faggot when they just moved here kept putting boxes on boxes when she was clearly struggling. Aren’t all fathers just faggots. Look at my non-existent one.

“Haha, yes of course it’s like that, my mommy makes me cookies everyday.”, I said sarcastically.

“Hmph, I guess we both have our share of dick familes.”, as she caught on and spoke emotionlessly.

It was silent after she said that. Her words still lingering in the air, as both of us were in deep thought, verging onto a feeling of aqwardness.

“Soo, ummm, this is aqward….”, I got up, lifting my hat off my head then putting it back on. I went to go throw my shit out, then-

“Wait.”, she said getting up and walking towards me.

“What”

“Sorry.”

I started laughing, hysterically.

“For what?”

“For judging you.”, she got up.

“It’s alright.. I mean…like everybody does that shit. But you can’t do anything about it.”

Then she looked at me, biting her lip, as if in deep thought. Then out of nowhere she punched my arm.

“Ow! What the fuck!”, I said laughing, surprised she even did that.

“Your awesome.”, she said then walked out the store.

I was there still dumbfounded.

“Sir are you ok?”, the same Starbucks guy asked.

“Do I look like I’m ok?! Gosh your so mean!,” I said in my Emotional Patrick voice, then ran out the store.

She was already two stores down.

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