if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 7

side note: i want pri to have this like y2k aesthetic. i'm obsessed with the early 2000's clearly lol. i need to recreate these looks like?
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Capri Martin
I was expecting to see Micah when I walked into school for some reason. But I was so relieved when I didn't. I was mentally preparing myself for how I would act if I did see him though.

I would check my nails and act unbothered as if what had happened last night didn't happen. As if we didn't know each other at all. And I was cool with that. I felt like my process of healing was different from other people. I didn't cry, lash out, or resort to violence immediately. I just let shit go.

4 periods had gone by and I still didn't see that boy. So I just figured he didn't come to school today. Probably panicked out and couldn't show his cowardly face around here. Or in the worst case, he was fuckin on all the girls he's been eyeing since we've been together.

Either way, I didn't give a fuck. I was sad, yes. But I wasn't going to act like Micah and I breaking up was the end of the world. Making my way into English, I took my usual seat right near the windows.

Before class even started, I pulled out my paper from last nights homework. I was too proud of it because I'd worked extra hard on it. It was written to perfection. The assignment was to describe our summer in a short blurb. Had to be a page long and provide metaphors.

I just knew I was getting that A+. Not to brag but like, english was my shit. I'd been in AP english all 4 years of high school and I always passed the class with above a 90 average.

As I read over my paper one final time, last minute students poured in from the hallways and class began shortly after. Our teacher, Mr. Lloyd was an older man. White guy, big belly, grey beard but he wasn't no jolly ole saint Nick.

This man ran AP english like it was the army. And I was up for whatever he was going to throw at us this year. So many people dropped out of his class but I was determined to stay. Plus my parents would've killed me if I didn't.

The last bell rang and anyone who came in afterwards were considered late. Then Lloyd finally started his lesson, writing on the board and expecting us to copy everything into our binder.

Before the man could even get the date on the board, someone could be heard running down the hallway. And it sounded like they were heading straight for our classroom.

Catching his breath before walking in, came that boy. The guy from yesterday. Aka the "NBA Young boy spawn." I thought that name was a mean nickname but I didn't know his real name. The teacher didn't even introduce him when he came in yesterday. He just entered class as if he been going here since the first day of school.

Everyone's attention turned towards him. This time I really did look at him too. Studied his features. His tattoos, what they said, the details on his face like his freckles, eyelashes, the curly hair peeking from under his hat, his lips and the way they poked out, just everything about him.

"You're late." Mr. Lloyd grumbled.

"No shit?"

"Step outside Mr. Grey."

He sucked his teeth, slowly turning around to walk back outside. We could hear him grumbling under his breath and I think we all knew what Mr. Lloyd was gonna do about him.