ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕤 𝕃𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 (𝔹ℕℍ𝔸𝕩𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 )*On Hold*

~Chapter 35~ A Rich Girls Sleepover Part 2

She could see them from the window.

With hair as bright as the sun and tall horns her mom and two man stood gathered around the red convertible with the woman leaning into the vehicle to pull out a brown baggy.

"Here." She tossed it to the closes man. "Everythings in the bag. The money, the pills, and the names of the people you want."

"Impressive, Val." The man smirked, gold tooth shining briefly. "How many pigs did you have to suck to get this?"

"None, seeing as a baseball bat can go a long way." She reached into her pocket, pulling out a box of cigarettes. She popped one into her mouth setting the end on fire with her finger. "You got what I need?"

"Its a real shame your leaving the game, little sister."  The other man spoke. "You were on the top up until you popped out a baby. Now your all mushy."

"I don't want my kid becoming a fuck up like me." She defended, blowing out smoke from her mouth. "If I can get her out of here, she'll be fine."

"Shipping her off to some rich cuck isn't exactly the smartest idea, ya know. Big ma is gonna miss her little Kokebi(1)." He waved to the window of the motel earning an excited wave from his favorite niece.

"Just give me the damn passport and go home." She snapped, stepping in the view of the window. "If mama figure out you met up with me, you'll get beat black and blue, just like in highschool."

"Alright, alright. Be sure to give my niece a good life in a fancy ass country with your fancy ass baby daddy."

"I need a better hair tie." You muttered, as another curl fell in front of your face. All the money in the world couldn't even buy a single hair tie to keep your hair in place for once.

You were covered almost head to toe in flour and dough.

Ojiro, Sato, and Bakugo each had taken a spot in the kitchen to help make the snacks. Ojiro by the popcorn machine, Bakugo folding the pretzel dough after going back and forth with you on who had to do it, and Sato working on decorating the cupcakes he made.

"This is a lot more stressful then usual." Sato muttered, feeling much more nervous about decorating the sweets. Maybe it was the idea of having someone watch him or just the idea of messing up the rather pricey ingredients.

"Your doing fine, Sato." You comforted, finally pulling your hair into a bun. "The cupcakes are looking amazing already!"