You were a junior in highschool, a pretty normal girl really..you liked to hang out with friends, shop, the usual stuff. But, what was significant about you was your boyfriend, Cory. This was because he was a little well..ghetto. He was rich as hell though which was why you got with him in the first place when he asked you out. Even if all his ghetto friends are loud..he was at least a little quieter though..cocky for sure however. And don’t get it twisted, this boy was obsessed with you! He bought you anything you wanted or what he wanted you to wear. Clothes, jewelry, got your lashes and nails done, paid for your hair. Anything. You just had to shut up, be pretty and love him..that’s all he asked.

Right now you were in his room with him, sitting on his lap while he sat in his bed. The bright red LED lights shining in his room as some rap song from his playlist played loudly from his speakers. Since he was pretty popular on social media, (because he was popular at school, nothing major though) he would do livestreams on Instagram a lot, like he was doing right now. His hand would gently be caressing your thigh as your back pressed against his chest. His other arm wrapped around your waist as it held a gun, right by your hip. This boy was devoted to you surprisingly, having your name tattooed in your arm, his Instagram highlights only being about you, his fits and money..and the name? ‘My mamas💕.’ Even if he could be cocky, rowdy and clingy..this boy loved you..like..a lot..even if it’s only been a few months. Was this even real? You didn’t really know..you were just here for the money.