Xxxtentacion Dreads Novels & Stories

Dresses, skirts, jeans, tops, shoes, a leather jacket that costs more than my laptop. "This is too much," I say as Caroline rings everything up. "Drey, seriously, this is too much money." "It's an investment," he says, handing over his credit card without even looking at the total. "In the new you." Caroline bags everything and hands them to Drey. "Now for hair. There's a salon two doors down. They're expecting you in fifteen minutes." The salon is just as intimidating as the boutique. The stylist, a young guy named Marcus, looks at my hair like it's a project he's excited to tackle.

Neveah! I got dressed in short Denims and a florescent green vest, black skinny jeans and I placed my hair into two twin tails. I looked around for shoes but I wanted something new to wear today and I shoved my phone into my pocket and put my light blue and white Beat headphones around my neck and went into Xavier's room. I didn't bother knocking and just entered. He was in a white graphic polo shirt with a gold skull at the back, black skinny jeans and black Timberlands. I went into his closet. I looked around and then came across a cool pair of white Timberlands.

I waved the thought off my mind, afterall I didn't care to know. "What do you want Xavier?" I turned to ask him, noticing he had dyed his black hair red, and surprisingly, he looked hot. "Just answer me." He licked his lower pink lips and I noticed a piercing on it. 'Fuck!' I cursed within as I also noticed the tattoos sneaking up his arms. Did this dude have a makeover or what? I was a sucker for men with tattoos and piercings. Damian planned to get one once he got accepted into Nevermore.

*** Drey was being generous by giving me three choices for tonight's outfit; a mermaid spaghetti strap sequin dress, an off-shoulder red dress with a high slit, or a long sleeve black dress that has a boat neck -I was so happy he finally made a mental note on my requests about having more ‘halal’ options until that motherfucker asked me to turn the dress- with open back that requires me to either be bra-less or wear a U plunge bra. I was already running out of time but he had to make it more difficult by asking me to choose one of the dresses in two minutes since he needed to plan the hairstyle and make up that will go with the dress, along with a matching clutch and shoes. And jewellery. I

She watched as he fiddled with his headphones, sliding the little black wires through his fingers to separate them. "Drake?" she repeated. This time he turned to her with a heavy sigh. "What?" he grunted. "I need your help with something. Please. I'll pay you," Dailey blurted. Anger and hatred seemed to radiate from him in waves. Maybe it was just his aura—as Eddy mentioned picking up a similar vibe—but Dailey got the feeling this guy would sooner slit her throat than talk to her. He had a 'Jeff the Killer' vibe, with long dark hair covering his pale face.

Michelle explains. Trent pecks her on the cheek. "Thanks for everything." Trent must have seen how close Michelle and I are because we are always tagging each other in posts on I*******m. So he knew he would drag me to this event through her. Smart. "I'll be in the washrooms, Becca." Just like that, she's left me alone with Trent. He looks handsome in black jeans and a simple rainbow shirt to match the event. His hair is longer in the middle and bald on the sides. That hairstyle looks bomb on him and it's so unfair that he could look this good.

smitten by his appearance. Oh my goodness, he looked stunning. He was wearing a ripped black T-shirt, that showed glimpses of his chest tattoos. His silver chain hung low, reaching his chest with a big Medusa pendant. A nice fitting, Fendi Blouson Wool jacket hugged his shoulders, and below, he was wearing ripped black jeans with 'Nike Air Jordan's Retro I' black and white, on his feet. I blinked. I couldn't tell if I was looking at Drake or Chris Brown.

she trailed off when Dre suddenly growled. “No, you don’t,” Dre growled furiously. “You wont dare to complete that, Joy Alien Stone. Now excuse my mate and me but we are needed somewhere else, especially away from Ms Nasty Butt right now,” he glared at Joy before grabbing an unwilling Xeon’s hand to go away. “Tat ? You have a tattoo ? Why did I never see it ?” Xeon frowned. “Maybe you were too busy staring at his small prick,” that was naughty, kickass girl- Joy.

That night, in particular, she wanted to be fatal in a different way. Drake entered the bathroom, already dressed in his black tuxedo, ready for the last night of the most important week of his life. He took with him a dress inside a protective cover. Through the transparent plastic, it was possible to see the shine of the piece shine. He smiled when he saw his friend almost ready, with her wavy red strands falling down her back, her feline blue eyes and her lips shining. She wore a jewel in her hair, a dragonfly hairpin in the same color as her eyes, which made the sight very ornate.

Trust me, in LA, this isn’t the strangest thing anyone has seen, not by a long shot. Wyatt on the other hand is his usual androgynous self. He also looks like he should be walking down a catwalk but of an entirely different fashion show. He’s wearing white, grunge boots, white, tight-fitted cargo pants and a white, long-sleeved hooded tunic made of gauze, and has sprayed his afro-curls with silver glitter hairspray for that hint of bling while completing the look with a bit of grunge makeup. He’s giving very high fashion meets Dune, and it works for him. The music is electric as everyone dances to a remix of Ricki-Lee Coulter’s song ‘Raining Diamonds’, which tells me even the music is going