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𝑨 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒎
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"So you spent the whole day with her, willingly? Shit, you better than me." Maggie mumbled snatching various snacks off the shelf. She's the type of person who didn't check price tags. Money was always in her account and multiplied daily. You pleaded for answers on how, but she claimed it's better to not know about her secret activities.
"Girl you act like Cassidy the damn devil." You laughed repeating her actions. Both of your hands were full of nothing but junk. Various candies, chips, and sodas. Just eyeing it made your teeth ache. "She is, I'm telling you y/n. I may be a snake but the bitch more scaly than me." Maggie spat causing you to snort. Grabbing more items, the two of you approached a familiar comforting face.
"How are my babies doing today? And what is all this junk? I don't see one piece of fruit in this pile." The older lady, Ms. Harris, scolded the two giggling girls. For two growing teenagers wanting to become heroes, you both needed to work on their diet. "Ms. Harris, it's Saturday. We'll eat healthy on Monday." Maggie dismissed her with a wave of her hand. Ms. Harris sighed and started to ring up the items. "You sound just like Bobby you know. That man I tell ya loved his sweets. Ate his chocolate like it was a damn steak dinner. That's why his ass is dead now." She joked. We'll sort of.
"Damn woman. I don't even like chocolate and she knows that too. I told her I haunt her ass and now look." Her late husband scowled as his apparition resided next to her. You couldn't help but chuckle making the two give you a questioning look. You dismissed them with a shake of your head and they returned to their conversation. Ms. Harris finished scanning the unhealthy items and bid the two girls goodbye.
"You know I'm meeting Damien tomorrow," Maggie admitted from the side of you as you both ride your bikes back to school. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion you asked, "Who the fuck is Damien?" She flicked her eyes towards you and gasped. "Umm, my boyfriend." You snorted and nodded understanding what she was implying. "Toy." You clarified. She looks at you in confusion.
"You mean toy, right?" You asked again. She glared at you and braked her bike causing you to break right after her. Looking back, her face was visually upset at your words. "Don't do that okay? I like him, I do. I'm going to change for him and you're going to support me."
You studied her and realized she was serious. Her slit snake eyes blazed at you. Something you always admired about the raven-haired girl. For someone so short, Maggie was intimidating. But nonetheless so damn beautiful. "Well Damien is a lucky guy." You complimented her. Her bi-polar ass started cheesing and she placed a hand over her heart. "I'm amazing aren't I." She praised herself making you roll your eyes.
"That's why we're going back to the convenience store. I need to get some pineapple so I taste good." She explained. Turning around she rode her bike back to the store leaving you flabbergasted.
