𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚑 (on hold)

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india jalyse

after roddy left, i had no idea what the hell i was gonna do for the rest of the day. what i did know is that i wasn't about to stay in the house the whole day. i got up from the couch and went to my room. i started to get dressed with no purpose. i threw on my grey shorts and the matching crop top. i brushed my teeth real quick before i started on my hair. while i did my hair and makeup, i decided to facetime nastasia. she picked up on the third ring.

"hello?" she sounded like she was still sleep.

"wake yo ass up! we're going shopping loser." i yelled in the phone, causing her to jump a little. i started to laugh hysterically. "come on i'm forreal. i got so much shit to tell you anyways."

"what the hell happened to your hand?" she asked when i raised my hand to brush my wet hair. if we're being honest, i forgot about that damn brace already. i sighed and continued with what i was doing.

i put my entire face in the camera. "those are questions i'll answer when i come and get you. now get dressed, i'll be there in half an hour. love you." i stretched my last word before i hung up. i finished my hair and started on my makeup. it didn't take too long, as i only lined my lips and did my lashes. i grabbed my clear lip gloss and applied a generous coat. i pulled my grey ugg slides out of the closet and put them on. i grabbed my wallet and my keys and left the house.

it wasn't until i started driving that i realized how irritating wearing that brace was. it was really embarrassing. i didn't wanna have to walk around with the reminder of last night on my arm. i wonder if i can just take it off, i thought as i drove. my hand doesn't even hurt. why am i still wearing this? i pulled up to a red light and slid that bitch off. i wiggled my fingers. they felt fine. i'm convinced that doctor lied to me, but go off. i tossed it in my glove box and sped off when the light turned green. if my hand starts to hurt again, i'll just put it back on. simple. i sat back and vibed to kanye west as i finished the route to stasi's house. i made the turn into her apartment complex and stopped at the gate, reaching out to punch in the code. i watched as both gates slid back, i closed the door and drove inside.

i didn't knock or ring the doorbell, i just unlocked the door and walked in. "stasi! let's go loser!" i yelled. she peeked her head out from her bedroom door. i walked back to her room and threw myself on her bed. she shuffled around her room to grab her shoes and her keys. she was being a little too quiet. it was weird. "yo, you good?" i asked her. she looked up at me and nodded. she put a smile on her face, but her eyes didn't connect. they were blank, like she was just dead to the world. something is definitely wrong.

"um, where the hell is that brace you had on earlier?" she pointed at my hand. she motioned for us to leave, so i got up and we walked out of her apartment.

"i took that shit off. it was embarrassing. and my hand don't even hurt no more, ain't no point in keeping it on." i unlocked the car and we both got in. she reached around in my car for a moment before she found the brace in the glove box. she tossed it into my lap.

"put it on."

"huh?"

"indie just put the brace on," she laughed. "you gon fuck your hand up even more if you don't. trust me i know." i sighed and put it on for her satisfaction. i'm taking this bitch right back off at the end of the day though. "now are you finally gonna tell me how you hurt your hand?" she asked as i left her apartment complex.

i tried my hardest to brush it off. i grabbed my phone and turned on baby be mine by michael jackson. "i punched the wall in my guest room last night." i shrugged. i drove in the direction of the mall. right now, i was beyond determined to spend a rack in there. it sounded irresponsible, but it would make me feel better.