Paris PoV
"Fuck you mean be quiet." I yell at the teacher, hearing the class begin to laugh.
"Be quiet young lady or you have detention." Mrs.Hartley yells sternly.
"I'll rather have detention than to be in this hell hole." I mumble, earning a few chuckles from behind me.
"That's it detention now!" Mrs.Hartley screams pointing towards the door.
"10:4." I state grabbing my stuff and leaving the now silent classroom.
Yep this is my life. I'm not a goody goody as you can see. I really don't give a fuck about what anybody say. I basically just speak my mind and go with the flow.
I decide to skip detention and go outside to wait for second period.
Fuck her.
As I step outside, I spot two boys who looked around my age smoking. I decide on going over to talk to them to kill some time.
"Wassup." I speak suddenly walking up to them. One of looked like he was mixed, medium height, with a curly fro and braces. Not bad. The other one was tall and brown skin with a high fade and braces.
"Wassuh ma." the mixed one speaks up. The other one sits there silently.
"So you ain't gon speak?" I ask him while crossing my arms. He continues to ignore me so I take the liberty to take the blunt out of his hand and throw it to god know's where.
"Bruh what you did that for?" he yelled pretty pissed off.
"No words, no blunt." I exclaim laughing at his surprised expression.
"Damn well hey."
"Ayyo!" I yell as if nothing happened. "But I don't know how you gon get yo blunt back." I chuckle realizing he's still going to be ticked off.
He looked pretty mad as I suspected, but we just shrugg it off.
"So what's ya'll names?" I ask looking between the both of them.
"Why you wanna know?" the brown skin one answers.
"Why you always got somethin' to say? Can you please just shut up for once." I raise my voice a little louder, getting annoyed by the minute.
"Because I have a mouth and I could but I choose not to. " he states in a duh tone.
"Please shut up because I'm like 1.2 seconds from hittin' yo ass in the face." I push his shoulder slightly.
"Now if you don't mind I would like to talk the boy who I think has a little bit of sense." I look at the lightskin boy.
"Well I'm Brandon and this is Jaqueez." The light skin one introduces.
"Brandy and Jacky." I laugh.
"Nahh you real funny." He smiles.
"I know I'm hilarious." I counter getting serious.
"So what's yo name ma?" He asks curiously.
"First off my name not ma and it's Paris." I state rolling my eyes.
"Like the city?" Jaqueez asks.
"No like the city." I snark.
"Damm ma you a fiesty one." Brandon laughs intrigued by my sarcastic remark.
"Oh." I answer with a mug on my face.
"Braandyyy!!" Someone yells out of nowhere.
"Oh hell naw." Brandon covers his face.
