Partly Cloudy, Damn Near Shady

Chapter 1 - Class In Session

Justin's Point of View (POV)

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As we're making our way to our classes I can't help but to look at all the new comers and old heads. To be honest, I'm excited for this semester cuz I changed my major from Business to Journalism. I was continuously getting bored with being a business major and all the work. I know y'all probably saying wtf wrong with this nigga... nothing is wrong with me, I just felt like I wanted to explore new things and try something different. Another reason why I changed it is because it wasn't really in my plans to do Business in the first place, it was my stupid ass stepdads idea. I wanted to major in Art. Some people would question me on why, and some will tell me to shoot for my goals.... But thats enough babbling about me. Back to the story

JC: Helloooo.... earth to JB... JB (waving in his face to get his attention)

JB: (snaps out of daze) Huh? Girl get yo hands out my face! What? (irritated)

JC: What the hell you staring at with that big ass grin on your face?

JB: Nothing, just staring at all the newbies hunting for their classes.....

Dior: (mumbling) Yeah right probably dick watching....

JB: Uh what you say bitch?

Dior: Hmm? Me? (pointing to herself)

JB: Yeah you, you're the only one I'm looking at standing there acting all extra and shit with yo looking ass.

Dior: JB shut that shit down cuz ain't nobody say shit over here boo boo so go bout ya business.

I gave her a look to say 'Don't try me!'

JB: Anyway's CoCoa Puffs back to what I was saying. This grin is on my face cuz I'm happy to see what this semester holds for me cuz you know I changed my major right?

JC: Bitch since when? You're suppose to my bestie and you failed to tell me some shit like that? (punching me in the arm)

JB: (rubs arm) Damn Ike Turner, calm yo ass down lol.. It slipped a playas mind.

JC: Yeah yeah yeah, let's go before we're late.

All of us had the same morning class every other day. Every time I thought about it I sighed heavily and dramatically cuz that meant JC or as I like to call her CoCoa Puffs and I will be stuck in a room for an hour and a half with ghetto ass Dior. More like Eeyore the donkey from Winnie the Pooh. She's always acting like a donkey and she doesn't even have an ass someone needs to pin it on her so she can stop hating on mines all the time. We finally make it to our Communications class with Mr Phelix.

Mr Phelix: Everyone please find a seat and make it quick.

Cocoa and I found our seats at the back of the class. But before my ass could even sit down Dior with her obnoxious self yells....

Dior: So what y'all couldn't find one for me?

Mr Phelix: (looking at Dior) Excuse me Miss is there a problem?

Dior: Um...I can't seem to find a seat (while giving us a side eyed look)

Mr Phelix: (looking around at all the empty seats sarcastically) Well since you can't find a seat how about you help me with handing out these syllabus and afterwards you can take a seat right here (pointing in front of his desk).

Dior: Of course honey, I don't mind...(in a flirtatious voice)

Mr Phelix: (sits casually on desk) Good Morning class. My name is Mr Phelix and I will be your Communications professor for this semester. I expect for all of you to pass my class. Take a good look at where you're sitting because those will be your seats for the rest of this semester unless I make a change. So I suggest you get well aquatinted with your neighbours.