A Hurricane Of Fucking Lies, chapter 5
Joey picked up his phone and dialed Gena's number. Even thought they broke up, he still wanted to talk to her. The phone rang twice and Gena picked up.
"Hello."
"Um, hi Gena, it's Joey," he said into the phone. He could hear Gena walk over and turn off her annoying hip-hop music. Gena was obssesed with hip-hop and dressed like she was too, desipt being white. Her brown hair was braided into to several tiny differnt braids. She were G-unit brand clothing and loved wearing those phat farm shoes. She was famous for having over 20 differnt pairs of K-swiss. Joey had no idea why she was this way, when they first begin dating, she was a normal 15 year old teenager. Now she was this wannabe gansta.
"Oh, I thought I dumped your sorry ass the night before the dance," she said while chewing her gum louding then she was talking.
"Yeah, but you really never told me why you dumped me." Joey pointed out, just trying to make conversation with his ex.
"Well, your dad's a rock star. Key word, ROCK. Your destinded to follow in his footsteps, and I'm gonna follow in Missy Elliot's. So we just can't be together," she explained, ever-so-bitchy.
"Oh, I see. So I guess I'll just see you at school then," sighed Joey.
"Yeah, I guess I will, if I even have time to talk to you. When are you gonna get it, WE'RE OVER! O-V-E-R!"
Joey sighed and hung up, getting back together with Gena was gonna be harder then he thought, if it was even possible. He just decided it was over and to move on, and that was going to be easier then he thought.
"Hello."
"Um, hi Gena, it's Joey," he said into the phone. He could hear Gena walk over and turn off her annoying hip-hop music. Gena was obssesed with hip-hop and dressed like she was too, desipt being white. Her brown hair was braided into to several tiny differnt braids. She were G-unit brand clothing and loved wearing those phat farm shoes. She was famous for having over 20 differnt pairs of K-swiss. Joey had no idea why she was this way, when they first begin dating, she was a normal 15 year old teenager. Now she was this wannabe gansta.
"Oh, I thought I dumped your sorry ass the night before the dance," she said while chewing her gum louding then she was talking.
"Yeah, but you really never told me why you dumped me." Joey pointed out, just trying to make conversation with his ex.
"Well, your dad's a rock star. Key word, ROCK. Your destinded to follow in his footsteps, and I'm gonna follow in Missy Elliot's. So we just can't be together," she explained, ever-so-bitchy.
"Oh, I see. So I guess I'll just see you at school then," sighed Joey.
"Yeah, I guess I will, if I even have time to talk to you. When are you gonna get it, WE'RE OVER! O-V-E-R!"
Joey sighed and hung up, getting back together with Gena was gonna be harder then he thought, if it was even possible. He just decided it was over and to move on, and that was going to be easier then he thought.
