Only By Chance

Chapter 1- Partners and Possibilities

EXCUSE MISTAKES ! EVERYTHING WILL BE CORRECTED LATER BABES !
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*Solange*

"CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT NIGGA?! HE'S SO SELFISH AND AFTER ALL THAT WE'VE BEEN THROUGH!" Nasia was ranting about that stupid nigga that be playing with her emotions and shit... again. Ugh.

"Girl it is 7am, I know you mad but can we have a chill walk to school? Boo, I barely slept and the last thing I'm tryna hear is some rah rah about Damon," I said honestly and slightly irritated. "His name is Darnell, Sol," She said in a matter of fact type of tone, "but why was my babygirl up all night?" she continued in her baby voice, smh.

"Hm, I couldn't sleep so I was writing," she looked at me crazy. "I have yet to understand your writing fettish, mama." Not the first time I've heard someone say that, so I just diregaurded it and responded saying, "Pick up ya feet before ya sugarfoot ass make us late, girl." As soon as we step foot in that damn school this girl looked like she was itching to get away from me! Like what the hell ? "Hey... um... Sol... I gotta... uh," she stuttered still scanning the halls of Kennedy High. "Nasia," I sighed, "you don't even need to try to make an excuse chile, go 'head and go find Dimitri." Before I could even finish this girl hit foots down the hall! While she was running she called back to me, "Gyal mi don tol ya his name, it's Darnell," her accent was peeking out in irritation, aha. I don't got time to remember irrelivant ass names of a niggas I never fucking met. The fuck she thought this was?

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*Nasia*

'When will this girl ever learn my future husband name,' I thought to myself while I power walked trying to spot his fine self, playing hard to get are we? He better quit before it comes to bite him in the ass. I finally spotted him at the end of 'mainstreet', which is what we call our long hallway where people chill at in between classes. Mainstreet is also where all the fights happen... and it looks like another one was about to go down because there was a stupid, loose punani, hoe feeling on MY nigga. Dis gyal betta get ta stepping, before mi lose mi religion, "Darnell," I called and this nigga act like he couldn't hear me!

"DARNELL JOSEPH HICKS! I KNOW YA TALL ASS HERE ME CALLING YOU NIGGA, DON'T PLAY LIKE YOU DEAF CUZ THIS HOE RIGHT HERE!! ACT LIKE YOU KNOW," I yelled at the top of my lungs, now pissed the fuck off. Did this nigga think he can play me for a fool early this morning? Nah nigga think again, while I'm over here checking Darnell dumb ass, his floozie wanted to get bold yelling, " WHO YOU CALLING A HOE?! BI--," I did not even give this skank time to finish before I two peiced her like Ali on speed. Disrespect doesn't sit well with me and I'll be damned if I let a chickenhead hoe come at me sideways, she gon learn today!

She grabbed my hair and was trying to bite my ear. Just as I thought... this hoe got rabies, smh. I grabbed her by her neck and dragged her down Mainstreet while she kicked and screamed, if she would have shut the hell up like a good little mutt she wouldn't be in this mess. She started to bleed and I had white jeans and my French Blues on (Yes, mi a sneaka head) so I just backhanded her and dropped her, I wasn't trying to get my kicks dirty with roadkill blood.

I walked over to Darnell and backhanded the shit out his disrespectful ass for trying to play me for a clown bitch. The shock on his face brought me such joy, tehe. I just walked away like the queen I am, I hate that I had to be provoked into hostility this early on a Wednesday but hey, shit happens. Only a matter of time 'til I'm posted up in the office awaiting my suspension or lunch duty or something. Oh well...

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*Solange*

I was sitting in my Social Psychology class daydreaming or whatever. I love this class but I was not feeling this shit today but since I'm the star student in this class I'm tryna somewhat pay attention. I'm sitting in the back and Mr.Sawyer still manage to spit on me. What the fuck bruh? So I just listened and wrote in my sacred book, it's my life. Then Mr.S. Said something that really grabbed my attention. "Class we have a new student joining our class, and just in time for our semester long project!" 'FML' I thought to myself already knowing I would get stuck working with the newbie. Ugh.

This 6'3 darkskin brotha with light brown eyes and the body of a god walked in the classroom. His white Supreme™ Air Force 1s were squeeking from the rain outside. Funny, I had on the same shoes in red. 'At least he got taste' I thought to myself as he walked to the teacher's desk and handed him his pass. He was bowlegged too.

After talking back and forth with Mr. S, he came and sat by me and I didn't bother to look up because I had seen what he looks like in the time he spent walking in... plus I was nose deep in my book with my black ink pen. Most people who have any respect for spoken word, or poets, or poetry, or authors ect. would know not to touch the sacred notebook. Nope, not this nigga. He had the nerve to just reach for my damn book like it's scratch paper! I saw that he would smudge the ink if he touched it, so stabbed his hand with my pen over and over until my book was safe. "OW, WHAT THE FUCK!" He yelled out in pain. I didn't care though, who told him to reach for my shit ? Exactly.

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*Darnell*

"OW, WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled. I can't believe that she just stabbed me... like it wasn't shit! What did I do??! I saw shawty with her dreads all tight and body looking hella right, plus some fire on her feet so I sat next to her and was trying to figure out how to spark up a convo but she was nose deep in her notes so I tried tap her book to get her attention. Next thing I know mami was going HAM on my hand with her gold pen! The teacher asked me what was up and I told him I was fine 'cause I ain't wanna look like no punk.

After like a 20 minute lecture about this big Social Science project it was time to be assigned semester partners. Me and Medusa got partnered... I hope she done stabbing me. I already got smacked today. I don't need any more injuries. "So we're partners," I said with a smirk as she still didn't bother to look up. I noticed these sexy ass lines she had traced into the side of the shaved part of her head on both sides while her dark dreads sat on top in a neat bun. I think she noticed me admiring her because she looked up at me like I was crazy.

When she looked me in my eyes... oh my damn. As if she wasn't fine enough, she had gray eyes and thick but well groomed brows. And the babyhairs around her face were so damn cute. Before I could even say anything she ripped a peice of paper from my book and scribbled on it.

She then slid it over to me and said "This is my phone number and adress," she said in her sexy islander accent...I guess I smiled to hard because she quickly continued with, "nigga fix ya face cuz it's not finna go down like that. Be at my house at 6pm on Friday with your backpack so we can start the Pre-Proceedure Subject Analysis. Call before you show up. Bring your own food. Read the chapter so you at least know what the hell is going down with this project. Help me help you, bruh. If you early you on time, "on time" means your late, and if your late don't bother to knock on my damn door, iight? You have a good day, D'Angelo." She broke down to me, then just left. "It's Darnell" I I told her, babygirl just kept walking SMH.

I smiled at the thought of being at mami house mm mm m ! She calling it a "Study Session" and shit. She knows good and well she want me. Im a fuckin Don!

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So that's chapter one. I hope you beautiful people are waiting to see what happens with the next chapter. Im trying to keep it short and sweet ,but it gets better babiez ! ! CRITICISM. ADVICE. IDEAS .I LOVE IT ALL ! VOTE . COMMENT. AND FOLLOW. I FOLLOW BACK ! ALWAYS LOOKING FOR NEW BOOKS TO READ !! Later babez ..