Going to a PWI wasn't as easy as you thought huh?💀
This is enemies to lovers.
Oh and by the way, you can't have a future without your past. Just to remind you.
You walk into the classroom and take a seat in the back. You get to the back and get comfortable. Putting your bag down and your phone in your pocket. After that, rubbing your left arm. The one with the tattooed sleeve. Kids start flooding in. "Where my niggas at?" You whisper to yourself. The only other Black people you had seen was Connie. He was mixed. Everybody gets into their seats. There were two kids coming up to your row. One was male, tall, with dark brown hair and beautiful blueish- green eyes. Another was female. She had medium blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was holding onto his arm.
(Lemme clarify this cus y'all don't seem to understand... they. Are. WHITE 💀💀. This is how WHITE people dress ESPECIALLY at PWI's. Thank you.)
This is what she's wearing.
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This is what he's wearing.
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They walk up to you. "You gotta bounce." The boy says. You look around on see who the fuck he's talking to. You turn your head to them. "You talking to me homie?" You ask. He mocks you by looking around as well. "Yea I'm talking to you. Move." He said, texting someone on his phone. "These muthafuckas already testing me." I said to yourself. You took his phone out of his hand. If he had the audacity to tell you to get up and move, he could at least look you in the eye. You slowly moved your hand up to the collar of his flannel. You yanked him down to your level.
His cologne wasn't harsh, it was warm and a little sweet. You got a closer look at his face. God he was so fucking beautiful. You sized him up. "I'm not moving. Kiss. My. Black. Asssssss~." You said smiling sarcastically.
He looked a little surprised, but he smirked and whispered to you, "If you'd let me." You gave that "really nigga" look and let him go. He motioned the two people next to you to get up and move. They did. Then he picked you up over his shoulder.
"BI- PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN!" You yelled. He started walking towards the end of the three person row. You hit him in the head. "OW. DAMN BITCH WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!" He yelled as he dropped you. You fixed your clothes and pointed at him. " DONT REFER TO ME AS NO BITCH. I DONT FUCKING KNOW YOU SO DONT BE PUTTING YO FUCKING HANDS ON ME." You yelled. Everybody turned they're attention towards y'all. The boy rolled his eyes and sat in a chair. The girl sat in the chair he moved you from. "Bro, move." You said as you lowered your tone. Them white women tears has fucked you over one too many times. "Move your feet, lose your seat baby." The boy answers.
