CHAPTER 5:HORRID VOICE AND BAGGY HODDIES.

MAYA

"Watch me take it up, then I break it down

I don't play sports, but it's a touchdown

I don't blend in, I-I'm a black sheep

And even then, ha, they still follow me

I rock the race stripes, go, go and check my closet

Never share the guap, go and check my wallet

I'm a comet, out of this planet

Sitting on the throne, and these haters can't stand it"

Sasha's sang at the top of her lungs as Becky G's 'Play it Again' is blasting from my home theatre and Eric groans annoyingly before going to turn everything off the same time Sasha screamed like a banshee.

''Hey, I was listening to that! Maya, tell him to turn it back on!'' Hmmm...lemme think! Now, I could tell him to do just that but why should I? Do I want to go through another round of her horrible singing? (Shivers) Defiantly not!

''I thought trying out outfits for tonight's party was your main reason for coming here and not testing out your horrible singing skills?'' I asked my best friend instead of doing what she asked of me as she gave me the middle finger.

''Bitch please! You know my singing is so on spot even Beyoncé would be jealous'' I rolled my eyes at her childish act.

''Beyoncé would be jealous of you because she's somehow aware of your existence or because you can actually sing?'' Sasha throw a pillow at Eric when he laughed and I grind toothily.

"Me watching you sing is even more painful than watching you trying to turn Maya into a decent lady by putting makeup on her. Its like teaching a pig how to use a spoon" Eric said the last part under his breathe but I have to agree with him there not offended by the comment. I'm not really what most people would consider 'ladylike' however, Sasha is not one for giving up what she deems a challenge without a fight, to which I find very impressive most times. Sasha is a force of nature when doing things she's passionate about, unfortunately school is not something she's passionate about.

Sasha glared at us and I poked my tongue out childishly before diving into my closet to rampage for outfits, not forgetting why we're here. It's not like I have a say in this matter or anything, poor me.

Gosh, I just love weekends! Don't get me wrong. I love weekdays too; even with school work, Especially the part where I get to see all my friends. However, weekends are defiantly more exciting and it has gotten even more exciting after last night's event. To celebrate that I definitely would be needing some good old 'party till I drop dead' kind of celebration.

Maybe not dead, dead but defiantly 'too dead tired to move any muscles' kind of dead?

You get what I mean right?

Jumping out of my closet in triumph with a black hoodie after searching through what seems like zillion clothings and a search that definitely took way too much time to find ''So, what do you think?'' Sasha shirked. I mean full blown banshee shirking as Eric mutters ''Here we go again'' with a sigh and I smirked knowing exactly what's about to happen.

''Maya Virginia-Elizabeth Jones! what the actual hell?'' Yikes! I'm sensing maybe a level three anger with a touch of murder without motives there but not really sure because I'm hiding my face with the hoodie I brought out and I really hate my middle name.

''You're not seriously thinking of wearing that to the party, are you?'' As a matter of fact I am, thank you very much!

''All your clothes are either white or black and this...this one is a hoodie!'' She shouted and I frown. What's wrong with any of those things? I wanted to ask but kept my mouth shut.

''You can't wear this to the party'' You'd think that after ten years of friendship this bitch would have learnt her lessons concerning my choice of clothing but nope she hasn't, I tell you.

''And why the hell not?'' She gasped dramatically before saying

''How do I say this nicely? Its um, its not...'' She stressed as I waited patiently with raised brows threatening her to say anything that might earn her a smack at the back of her head "Its...not a lot of skin?" Eric saved the day and I scoffed loudly while flopping next to him on the bed asking. ''You mean its not sluty enough?''

''Oh please! There has to be actual skin showing before we can judge if it's sluty or not'' Sasha said with an eye roll.'' And who wears a hoodie to goddamn party anyways?'' 'Me! That's who!' I wanted to scream at her but said it in my mind instead when I caught a glimpse of Sasha's angry scowl practically daring me to say a word.

''You wear skimpy dresses to parties to impress guys, I wear hoodies to piss them off...see the difference? We're not the same'' It isn't 'guys' per say that I love pissing off, it's just one guy and his name is Andrew fucking David but i dare not say it out loud.

''Yeah okay. Sureee...if showing up at parties looking like a Russian assassin is what works for you" She said and I scowl "Its cool really. I ain't judging you'' Sasha continued sarcastically ''You're defiantly not getting laid with that'' she added muttering under her breath as she grabs a drink from the mini fridge in my room.

''I'm not trying to get laid, bitch!'' I snapped while glaring at her and she raised both hands in surrender before Saying "Its cool girl. You do you''

I tossed a pair of sneakers at her as she ducked behind Eric shrieking like the banshee she is and i rolled my eyes, such a scardey cat.

''So, we're going to the damn party after all?'' Eric asked a moment later and Sasha and i both gave him the look that says wtf?

''Hell yeah!'' Sasha and I exclaimed at the same time.

Eric weaved both hands to indicate he's not done talking before adding "Good! good! Now, can you put your hoodie back on now, please Maya?' Sasha gave me a confused look and I shrugged, what's he on about?

"My eyes are starting to feel real dizzy going back and forth between your waist chain and that butterfly tattoo, such a dangerous place to have those'' I stock out my tongue playfully finally getting what he means I wiggled my waist playfully and he groans Sasha as laughs with her head thrown back and a few seconds later we were all laughing like the crazy people we are and it felt like home.

Yep!

This right here is my squad.

While Sasha and I often curse at each other like pirates. While she smokes like a chimney and i can give alcoholic a run for his money and Eric is the saint of our group with his stupid pretty boy face and a personality to die for. It's annoying most times but honestly, the kid is nice to a fault. He's a straight A student while I'm mostly B's with a bit of A's on good days. Sasha is just...Sasha if that makes sense. She could really get good grades if she tried but she doesn't because according to her "artist don't need good grades'' her words not mine.

While Eric never looks for trouble like we do, he's always there to bail us out. As you might have already guessed, Sasha is the preppy one in our little group whereas I'm the tomboy and Eric is the nerd. Make no mistake when it comes to fighting though because this dude will whoop your ass like the black belt karate student he is.

I will never say it out loud but these two are my world, I honestly don't know what I would have done if I didn't have them in my life all those years.

Author's Note.

A new chapter as promised, i hope you guys enjoy it.

Have a beautiful day y'all

P. S. I tried to add a pic of Maya's waist chain and butterfly tattoo but y'know what these platforms be like.

Until next time, peace!