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Willow had gotten home from school that day tired. Her bitchy teachers wouldn’t leave her alone, one main issue she kept having was that schools retard dress code. Willow liked to dress a little goth. She had dyed black hair, black eyeshadow and eyeliner, black lipstick, and even got most of her clothes from shein. She didn’t listen to any of that music, but the looks were enough.
She recently found this cute corset from her older friend Mara. They went to different schools, with Willow being a freshman in high school and Mara was a senior in college. But Willow knew she was mature enough to hangout with her, they had been hanging out since she was in 7th grade. She always gave her the best advice in fashion and love.
With Mara’s help, Willow had dated a bunch of older guys in the past. It was all a secret from her parents, but she felt cool whenever she hung out with a group of older people.
The main point though, was this adorable crop top. Mara had sent her a link and Willow fell in love with it. It was black with a pretty faint pattern, black ruffles on top, ribbon down the middle and back. She ordered it instantly and was convinced by Mara to wear it to school.
“Oh god- no I couldn’t!” Willow had gasped at the near suggestion, covering her mouth with a giggle escaping.
“Girl, do it! It’s such a statement, how the fuck are people gonna tell you what to do with your body?” Mara told her. They were on the phone together, that’s how much of their conversations were. It was hard to meet up in person without getting some weird looks. “If you wear a sweater, some jewelry, no one will even tell it’s a corset.”
“Do you really think so?”
That’s how Willow ended up wearing a corset to school the next day. Most of her crazy choices were always because Mara had convinced her to. She wore the corset with a lace choker and few other necklaces, a black sweater to try and hide the sluttiness, and ripped black jeans. She felt badass, and liked all the looks she got.
Of course though, she had been dress coded within her first class period. She argued with the principal but it was useless, and after refusing to change into a big ugly PE shirt, she was sent home.
“I can’t believe you Willow! A corset to school! What the hell were you thinking?!” Her mom yelled. She was never awake in the morning to see her outfits, so typically she got away with it. “I don’t like this goth shit you’ve been doing recently.”
“Oh fuck off.” She scoffed, scrolling on her phone. Her mother looked at her in shock, unsure what to say. Willow popped in an earbud to scroll on TikTok, bored out of her mind. She could hear her mom bitch and yap in the background but by now could tone it out.
She clicked on instagram, scrolling through the feed. She followed a few other friends that Mara had, and decided to click on one of their stories. The first story nearly had Willow drop her phone.
I am done staying silent. If anyone knows Mara Glause please know that she is incredibly racist. She purposely is only friends with white people, says the n word in songs, and so much worse. If you don’t believe me, here’s the proof.
Willow’s eyes had widened and on the next slide was a link to her newest instagram post. It had multiple videos and photos attached. The first one was a video of Mara.
“Wait wait- say it again!” The room was full of laughter and Mara was clearly in the video. It’s unknown who exactly is filming.
“I’m just saying- if white people created the n word, we can say it! If anything..shouldn’t black people not be allowed to since we made it?” Mara was giggling after every word and it was clear she was intoxicated with something. The video ended soon after.
Willow was stunned, telling herself that wasn’t her friend Mara, no way. She was clearly really fucked up. She scrolled to the next slide. This time it was a screenshot of texts
M: Hey, Ik you invited Janiqua to my birthday party but do you think you could uninvite her?🤭
S: Hey! It’s your birthday party so absolutely, just curious as to why?
M: ah I just have some of my own..personal issues with her..also she lowkey talks super ghetto
S: LMAO omg wait you don’t want her there bc she’s black??
M: Girl I just don’t want any monkeys there this ain’t a zoo you know what I mean 👀
S: I got you, I’ll uninvite her lol
“Willow! Are you even listening to me?!” Her mom pulled up to the house, her throat aching from yelling.
“Uh- yep. Yep. Won’t wear it out in public again, got it.” Her face was hot and red, quickly leaving the car. She slid to the next post, which was a picture of Mara in blackface.
Willow couldn’t believe this. She thought Mara was a liberal! Wasn’t that being goth? She needed to talk to her about this. She went to the next post, another video.
“Okay okay- you swear you’ll give me 20$ dollars if I do this?” Mara giggled. This time it was clear a guy was filming.
“Yes, we just gotta get the fuck outta here as soon as you do.” They were in a library, right by the exit. Mara giggled again before walking a little closer to the fire alarm. She looked around before pulling it and instantly they started running.
While running though, Mara had bumped into a black guy. “Fuck- move it you fucking nigger!” She shoved him and laughed, continuing you to run. Once they were in the clear, the cameraman laughed.
“Holy crap! Did you call that black a nigger?” The dude chuckled, his hand could be see rubbing at his crotch.
“I couldn’t help it! That shit just slipped, don’t ever show anyone that video. Now give me the 20 bucks nigga.”
Willow gasped at hearing Mara actually say it. It was one thing to dance around the word but..to actually hear her say it..She needed to hear Mara’s side.
She went to her instagram page to see it was gone, shit. That’s when she decided to text her.
W: Hey Mara, I say the post, please call me when you can. Not mad at you, just wanna know what’s going on.
Before she could contemplate if this went against her morals, seconds after the text Mara was calling her.
“Mara! Hey!”
“Hey..” She sounded a little embarrassed. “So..you saw that post huh?”
“Yea uhm..what was that? Why would you say those things?” Willow wasn’t really mad..why would she? It’s not like Mara was saying mean things to her.
“Firstly, Vin is such a hypocrite, if I’m really racist for dressing up as princess Tiana, then Vin needs to be exposed for dressing up as Belle! That Chinese bitch can be Mulan, so why is she even mad?” Mara ranted. “Look, maybe this is something you’re too young to understand, but most adults just see the ‘n word’ as another swear word. Only kids wanna call it the ‘n word’ just like kids will call fuck the f word. It’s the same thing. Some adults just get really triggered over it.”
“I’m not too young! I- I get that. You know I still say retard after they tried to make that into a slur.” Willow said quickly. “I just..I didn’t know you said it.
“Honestly people are just so triggered over it now, I only say it with people I’ve heard say it first..I guess I messed up saying it around Vin, I was super drunk that night.” She chuckled. “I’ve already lost so many friends.”
“You haven’t lost me! I’m still here to be your friend.” She reassured her and set her phone down on the nightstand.
“Thanks Willow, I appreciate that..Do you say it?” Mara asked.
“The n word? No…I dunno, everyone has always said it’s just not my place.” Willow shrugged a little. “I guess I don’t really understand why people get so offended over it.”
“Exactly! And think about it like this, we created that word, we are absolutely allowed to keep using it. You can say it around me, it’s not like anyone here is gonna get offended.” She teased, biting her lip as she looked at her.
“Oh I don’t know..I’m a little nervous.” She made sure her door was locked and sat as far away from it as possible. “What if..someone finds out?”
“No one will, this will be our little secret. Cmon! Do you want me to say it first?” Without Willow seeing, Mara pushed her hand under her skirt to start teasing herself, after all this whole situation was hot as fuck to her.
“Uhm..maybe..yeah..I think that’ll make me feel better about it.” Willow said, her heart racing.
Mara laughed and nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure. Nigga.” She sounded proud to say it and didn’t even whisper it. “Your turn.”
She gasped hearing it, her eyes widening. “Jesus..okay..” She took a big deep breath in, before whispering it into the phone. “N-Nigga..”
Mara squealed in delight, secretly slipping her hand into her panties to touch herself. “Yes gurl! Omg I love hearing that, you really are mature for your age.”
Willow laughed after a few seconds, her heart still pounding. “Oh my god- I can’t believe I said that..please don’t ever tell anyone!” She laughed, her cheeks rosy red.
“Of course not!..Nigga.” Mara teased, loving the shocked reaction it got from her younger friend.
Willow ran her hand through her hair, kinda wanting to say it again. “Nigga..Fuck that’s fun!” She laughed, almost not caring if her mom heard anymore.
“Isn’t it! I am so glad you actually get me! Doesn’t it feel really good to say?” She removed her hand from her panties, reaching under her shirt to undo her bra. “You don’t mind if I change real quick right?”
Willow blushed, feeling her pussy get wet. “No- no it’s fine.” She laughed. “Yea it- it does feel good to say. I fucking hate being told what I can and can’t say.”
“Right! This is totally goth, nigga.” She removed her bra, throwing it to the side. Her tits hung out of her crop tank top, her nipples being shown. She grinned as she saw Willow check her out. “Don’t be shy, if you say nigger I’ll remove my shirt.”
Willow gasped before taking another deep breath. “Take it off then, nigger.” Willow giggled before nervously watching Mara remove her shirt. She ran her hand over her tits and moaned softly.
“Take yours off, make sure that door is locked. Don’t want your bitchy mom walking in for this.”