•°®{riːˈɪnstɪtjuːt}®°•| Urban Fiction

°{IV}°

.Chapter Four: Pompous, Pretentious Pupils and the Character Co-sign

{Jordan's POV},

(A/n: yessirrrr😌✨)

Done for the day and having reached my quota, I sighed softly in relief that the day was incident free, besides Franky, a now homeless man, who earlier, had refused to move from leaning on the pole of the street light until I gave him some and had an altercation with one of my regulars which quickly grew violent.

Yeah, it was generally incident free.

Thinking I thought too soon, I threw a silent mental tantrum while a string of curse words were released under my breath at the sight of a black car that could be seen coming down the side street of the corner I was on.

I watched as the unfamiliar vehicle entered the main street, I immediately hid what little had remained on me, my attention undivided as my trigger finger itched to be on the piece of metal tucked away in my pants.

My eyebrows furrowed as I saw the car come to a stop in front of me, the windows of the SUV were dark and heavily tinted, it didn't prevent me from squinting to see past it but the attempt was futile. It didn't take a while for a door to open slightly and by now I was praying a little prayer to God, asking him to forgive me in advance for the use of this lethal machinery, to let me out of this situation alive and whole and to watch over all who I'd be leaving if I didn't.

I saw two sneaker clad feet drop out of the front passenger seat of the SUV first then the door opened fully to reveal my good friend and neighbour Mariah, whom I acknowledged with a head nod, that she returned. I tried to catch a glimpse of who had brought her home, most likely to give them a look that would definitely make sure they never got the wrong thoughts about their intentions with her. By then, she had gotten her things and closed the door and the car drove off quickly, not giving me a chance.

She walked further unto the sidewalk and slightly nestled herself on the brick wall that I leaned on.

"You straight 'Riah?" I asked, indirectly questioning her sudden escort, " Yeah Jay, you? " she answered not pulling on the bait. "I'm getting there you know? that was a new friend or sumn?" I asked.

" Nah my homeroom teacher, she was leaving school and saw me at the bus stop and gave me a ride" She responded, "You here for any longer?" She asked, as I felt relieved because of it being a female teacher. " nah actually I was just about to leave, you know it's about to be fed hours and shit" I replied, also thinking about the fact that the teacher being female didn't change anything, but it at least made me feel okay. "Well I actually let my teacher stop here to walk home withchu" she said and as usual she hanged her head a little bit as though she was scared to say anything, she was always a little bit shy. "You ain't even got to say a word" I said stuffing my hands in my pockets as I walked along with her.

Mariah was a really close friend, the neighbourhood joy, everybody expected her to surpass circumstances and make it out. Just yesterday she transferred out of the local high school and into Frederick Douglas across town where the privileged attended.

Frederick Douglas was the school that seemed to be your typical rich kid private school where everybody there was preppy and smart, having an almost guaranteed successful future. On the inside however, it was almost like the students made a mockery of those of us who had to depend on ourselves to make it in life. It pissed me off, they walked around the school like they were "about that life" and claimed to be "ten toes down" or "with all that" but in reality had never known and most likely will never experience what that's actually like. As soon as school was over, they would go home and sit around a table and be served a meal of different courses, with an assortment of cutlery near. On Sunday's they would probably head the country club and play tennis or attend a pilates class, then when with their friends and peers acted like they "made it out the mud".