Cinnamon Roll (bxb)

Quavo (Sawyer)

I twiddled my fingers, focused on the fact that my nails were extremely dirty. I should probably wash my hands. My throat felt dry, but everytime I drank water, it didn't get rid of it. My heart thumped in my chest, every little noise making me jump.

Why did Mom have to get a new job? Why couldn't we have just stayed in Kansas? I told her I didn't care if we lived in a small house. Mom had other plans, though. She tried to get it through my head that we would live this fantastical life, but all that I've felt since moving is judgemental stares. 3 days into my new school and I feel as if I'm never going to fit in here.

It was a passing period. 14 people currently were in class. A 4 minute passing period allowed people a lot of time to do a whole lot of nothing. Some really crappy rap music wafted in the air of the science classroom, played by the (seemingly) most obnoxious person in the class: Sawyer. Apparently he didn't have a last name, neither a first. At least that's what it seemed like according to the attendance on the teachers computer.

I could feel a form approaching. The shadow circled closer and closer before it stopped right in front of my desk. I tried not to look up, staring at the engravings within it. The school didn't have the funds to afford to buy new desks, focusing on other things like the sports teams. Instead, they would simply paint over the cuss words if there were any engraved. And Mom acted like this would be some fairytale land.

"New kid," a voice would say. It was a rough voice, and I knew exactly who it belonged to even though I'd only been here for a grand total of 3 days. It was a hard person to miss, always talking and getting himself into trouble.

Finally, I would glance up. Sawyer stood before me, a smirk in his face. He was tall, 5'9 at the time. For a 7th grade, that was extremely tall. His dirty blonde hair was messy, covering his forehead. The sides were shaved, allowing you to catch sight of his bright blue eyes. They seemed innocent, untainted.

"Surely you've got a good music taste, right?"

I would look around, making sure that he was talking to me. As I confirmed he was, I would lick my lips in preparation to talk. This was the first person to approach me at this new school. He must be in dire need of approval.

"I mean, yeah, I'd like to think I do." That was a fine answer, right?

"Okay, this song is good then, right?" The song from earlier would play, causing my face to scrunch up. You must be tone-deaf to like a song like that. If I played anything like that in the car, Mom would slaughter me.

Sawyer would have a disapproving look on his face. He could tell I didn't like it. "Oh, come on! Y'all are crazy people, Quavo is a legend!" Sawyer always showed a strong liking to the things he did like, but it seemed he was very picky.

A girl would butt in to our conversation. "Maybe we should just call you Quavo, since you worship him so much." People in the class would giggle, but Quavo would simply stare at the girl.

"Fine, call me that, then! You'll all be reminded of your shitty taste in music if you call me that." This would make even me laugh. Sawyer turned to me, getting on his knees in order to be at eye-level with me. "Wow, even the new kid is laughing at me, that's rough." He would set his head on his hands, blowing his hair out of his eye.

"You're right about that one, Quavo." I'd smirk. Now I was the one antagonizing him. Quavo would raise a brow. "And I thought you were just some quiet little mouse. Man, was I wrong. You've got balls!"

I've got a lot to thank Quavo for.