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“What did you just like say to me?” She tossed her hair and rocked back to rest her weight on one hip.
“I said you a number one stunna. “ He grinned widely at her.
“Do you even go to this school?” He was kind of cute.
“I like a girl who’s healthy” He was not looking at her face.
“Of course I’m healthy, I’m like a vegetarian” She stopped short of an eyeroll but it was implied.
“Hey baby, I gotta a fly g-wagon” He was not giving up so easily.
“You have a wagon? Why would I like even care about that?" Shuh.
“You gotta better wagon?” He was beginning to think she may not be worth it.
“What? Why are you telling me about your wagon?” Boys are dumb.
“You trippin B." Definitely not worth it.
“Who’s B? My name is Reseda.” Why was he talking about some other girl?
“Whatever B.” She did not appreciate what a catch he was.
“Like whatever.” Her friends were waiting.