fem!reader
not proof-read
readers pov
"whatchu hanging around him fa?" He asked, lip curling downward as a mug formed on his face. "Bro, whatt? All I did was grab a pencil from him, since you ain' have one." I said, rolling my eyes and focusing back on my paper.
"Yea, aigh. Hangin' around dat nigga like he yo fren." He said loudly. I turned to look at him, face scrunched up in disbelief. "Hell nah, what is you trippin' fo-" I was interrupted by the teacher calling my name.
"Y/N, Darrien. What seems to be the problem?" She asked, turning to look directly at DDot. "Nothing! We're doin' justtt fine." I said, a sharp smile on my lips. Sarcasm was laced in my words, she turned wordlessly, eyes wide.
"Stupid bitch, neva' stop asking questions. An' I still got yo stupid ass to deal wit still" I huffed. "Why you mad? Yu tha' one that was feelin' all up on that man." He said, leaning back into his seat.
"Oh mah goddd. All I got from him was ah pencil, not even a mechanical one, a wood one." I said, scribbling lightly on my paper. "Yu wus still tv on him, touchin' his hand an' shit." He complained.
I rolled my eyes once again, jaw dropping in complete disbelief. "Have you lost yo' dick-sucking mind? Say summore bullshit n' imma throw ah brick atcho head, nigga." I said, putting down my pencil.
"Jus' give it back to him, an' i won't talk about it nomo." He said, taking a little second to realize what I had said. "Wait, who a 'dick-sucker'? Cus' I know you not talkn about me." He yelled, the teacher called his name, telling him to shush.
"Mah bad, Ms. Excuse mah language." He said. "Do I need to change y'alls seats?" She asked. He shook his head no, this nigga mad at me - but he still wanna sit next to me. "Alright, get back to work, this is due today."
"I'm ready to go home, bro." I "mumbled, finishing up the problem I was working on. "Jus' go return it to him, n' imma leave you alone." He said, I side-eyed him. "Shut up, nigga. Leave me alone an' do ya work, you still gotta D-." I said.
"Damnn, Ian failing like that." He said, I rolled my eyes and ignored him, flipping over my paper and beginning to work on that side. "Can you help me?" He asked, I fought back a laugh, still ignoring him.
"Why you ignoring me?" He asked, I side-eyed him. Nigga, are you dumb or dumb? "Come on, bro." He groaned loudly. "You tha' one that was gettin' mad ova me BORROWING a pencil." I said, emphasizing the 'borrowing' part.
"Well, you coulda got one from tha teacher. But nahh, you jus' had to get one from him." He complained, I groaned out in annoyance. "Be so for real, bro. Issa pencil, not a jacket or nun. So, shut up an' quit complaining." I demanded.
He sighed dramatically, acting as if I had cheated on him. "Whateva' you say, pencil, jacket, same thing." He said under his breath, I rolled my eyes. This nigga stupid, Ion kno' how he passed the 4th grade.
I began to ignore him again, not looking at him when he called my name, not responding to him when he asked me a question. I decided to be even pettier, beginning to converse with the person that sat next to me.
"Wha's for lunch today? Someone told me what it was earlier, and I forgot." I said, waiting for their reply carefully. "Uh, i'm pretty sure it was like chicken sandwiches and fries or sum. Ion know, i'm da wrong person to be asking." They answered, shaking their head.
"Oh.." I said, face scrunching up at the thought of mildly-warm chicken and waffles drenched heavily in low-fat syrup. "So you gon' talk to dem buh not me? Wowww." He gasped, offended. I side-eyed him with my lips pursed together tightly. I opened my mouth to say something but I quickly shut it, not wanting to give in again.
I looked down once again, only to find that not only had my paper disappeared, so did the pencil. I looked up, DDot held my paper in one hand and the pencil in his other. I attempted to reach for it, but he pulled back before I could grab it. I sighed deeply, lips turning downward.
"You want it back, or nah?" He asked, I turned towards the person sitting next to me wordlessly. "Broo, can you stop ignoring me?" He asked, I turned my head towards him. I eyed him up and down before turning away again. "Y/N." I turned towards him once again when I heard my name being called, "Darrian." I said, quietly.
"Can you stop ignoring me?" He mumbled, "Can you grow up?" I asked. He rolled his eyes. "Whateva' bro, i'm sorry .." He said, turning his head the other way. "Tha's all you had to say, now give me back my paper before I throw you out tha window." I said.
He put them down on the table, I grabbed them both and attempted to refocus. "Can you get anotha' pencil .." He asked. I looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Can you get me anotha' pencil?" I asked, "No." He mumbled.
"Then hell no, nigga."
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yalllll ion gotta go 2 school tmrw!! tell me a bed time story so i can gts .
