My G.B.F.

chapter one

"Jemal! Get your slow ass down here! We're gonna be late to school!" Iman yells as she taps away on her phone. Stomping down the stairs of his new home, Jemal grumbles. "Don't rush me! Beauty takes time honey! I don't just throw on clothes like you and call it a day."

Turning the corner, he sees Iman giving him a dirty look. "I look cute. Fashion is in my blood. I don't need to take a long periodically time to look fab! I mean, you over there looking like a king sized bag of Tropical Skittles."

"Bitch! If anything, I look like a FUN SIZED bag of Reese's." Jemal scoffs as he adjusts his purple and blue scarf. Iman rolls her eyes as she opens the door mumbling, "Yeah, a fun sized bag of Reese's going to the giants from Jack the Giant Slayer."

Gasping Jemal yells, "Hey! I heard that!" "Don't care!"

Walking to her car, Iman pulls out her key and unlocks the doors quickly jumping in.

Jemal starts running- fabulously pacing to the other side before she left him for taking to long.

She did it before. That was the longest strut to school Jemal has ever done!

Closing the door, he quickly looks in the mirror to make sure he isn't sweating. "Girl, that was my daily exercise! Got me running like that!"

"Dawg, you literally took seven steps!" Iman states as she starts the car. "Nine! That took me nine steps!"

Rolling her eyes, she drives towards school in her Audi R8 Matte Black blasting Bitch Better Have My Money by Rihanna.

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Pulling up to her spot in the parking lot- yeah, her spot- Iman sighs. "Welcome back to Hell School everyone!" She yells as she opens the door to her car.

If there was anything she hated more than her ex, which is a lot by the way, it was going to school. "High school is the fucking worst!" Iman declared to Jemal, who was paying no attention to her whatsoever.

"Ohh, we need to go boy searching! I can just smell the sexy!" Jemal says as he deeply breathes in to emphasize his point. "Thanks! It's this new perfume I got!" Iman chuckles sarcastically.

Rolling his eyes Jemal looks at her, "Honey, I understand you're pretty and all, but I'm not talking about you."

"Sure you aren't!" "I'm really not though." Jemal claimed. "You know Joey (your ex) is gonna be here this year? Every single class with you?"

"I really don't give a flying- Oh he is fine! I'll holla at you later boo!" She mutters to Jemal as she fixes herself and goes to walk to the sexy piece of meat until she is rudely grabbed and thrown back.

"Hey! I said we, as in plural, as in more than one!" Jemal announced as he rolled his eyes. Pouting, Iman replies. "Damn. My bad, ain't have to jack me up. This shirt was 37 bucks!"

"Why the fuck would you buy a shirt that was $37?" Shrugging her shoulders, she answers with the same answer- more like excuse- she always uses. "It was on sale!"

This time it was Jemal's turn to roll his eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me bitch! He had a friend, I'm taking both now." "No your not, they're probably gay." "No, they're straight." "Nah, I think they're gay." "Nope, straight." "I'm telling you they're gay!" "I really don't think they're gay." "I'm telling you! My GAY-dar is going off." "You are the GAY-dar. My STRAIGHT-dar is going off." "Well then babe, you need to get it checked out. They're gay." "We not gonna go back and forth! They're straight! Even if they were gay, it doesn't matter! I got the powers to turn anyone straight!"

Looking back at the two boys, Jemal and Iman immediately shake their heads. All you could see was tongues clashing. They were gay. They were taken, and they were nasty. Feeling all up on each other in public like that.

"Told you." Jemal huffed as he struts passed them. Iman stayed back as she continued to watch them with disgust written all over her face. "Now their groping each other!"

Walking back Jemal gripped her hand and pulled her into the school.

"I still think they're straight." Iman whispered, still looking back. "I still think you need to go and get your STRAIGHT-dar repaired."

"Fuck you." She hisses. "Is your STRAIGHT-dar going off? Because I'm gay, meaning I like sausage."

Flicking him off Iman laughs. "I love you bestie!" "I love you too bitchy!"

"Hey!"