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"Miss James please pay attention," The History Teacher calls out as all eyes go on me.
"Shit sorry" I mumble, playing with my fingers, "Continue, please"I presume looking at the board.
It was now the last period in school, the rain was pouring heavily splitting the windows as thunder rolled loudly, making all the white girls scream in fright, and mind you I was the only black girl in all my subjects for some reason.
" Ladies I'm here, I'll protect y'all, baby," Ares says as smoothly flexing his muscles, his black tight shirt clung to his arms making it look more attractive.
"Oh please," I wheeze, grabbing everyone's attention and making me instantly recognizable.
"Whatchu say?" Ares furrows his brows, making the boys howl loudly.
"Nothing" I suck my teeth, Continuing to write my notes, pushing my glasses back up my face.
"You better watch that mouth of yours wimmie James before I put some in there" he glares, throwing a pencil at my forehead.
"Nigga stop that shit" I huff throwing my slipper after him as he instantly caught it.
"That's why you mammy ha curry pan she panty," I say in my creole language.
"The fuck wrong with you" He scrunches up his nose.
"That's it, Imani And Ares will be having detention this afternoon from 3 to 4:30 today".The teacher grumbles.
"What the fuck-"Ares groans, running his hands through his Jet black hair.
"You're so fucking stupid, no wonder your parents hate you, black ass bitch, "A white girl name Emily said next to me.
I sigh, closing my eyes from stopping the tears that swell my eyes.
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Students run out of the classroom, as the bell rings.
Ares follows right behind them running in the crowd of high schoolers.
" Aye Mr.Seranno comes back here, you have detention"The teacher called out making him grow,
"Frigging mothercunt" I cursed in my Vincentian creole as I slipped AirPods in my ears, walking to the detention room.
It was a plain white color, had Air conditioning, and a little number of desks and chairs.
I sat in the far corner, Reaching for my small journal to write a few poems.
I tucked my phone in my hoodie pocket and continue to look around.
Since My parents were never at home, they only gave me around 13,000 dollars a month for Kyle, food, and clothing, if any money came back I had to save or buy myself something small.
They decided to travel the world together, and well forget about me and my little brother Kyle, He's 4, goes to preschool, and has had a babysitter, Maria since I often to go the library after school a lot.
I write mostly about my life but in a good type way and no one knows I wrote the book.
"Wassup Lil mama" Ares snickers, pulling a chair towards me, "Lemme sit witchu".
" no."
"How's Kyle? "He says, Completly ignoring me.
"He's fine right now," I say, not looking up as I continue to write.
"What are you writing?" He then snatches the book from my small hands, reading out loud.
"Her hands dripped with crimson liquid running along the floor" he furrowed his eyes.
"This bout you?" he asked, Trying to get towards my hand.
"Fuck off"
"I'm srs ma, is it about you?" he asked again.
That shit makes me fold.
"Yea, so what?" I snapped, grabbing my book from him.
"You need help ma" he chuckles, leaning on my shoulder.
"Get the fuck off me, you batty scratcher" I pushed him but he wouldn't desire to move.
"The fuck?" He gasps, looking at me with questioning eyes.
I burst out in laughter, hitting the table.
"Ain that funny" he kisses his teeth, trying to hide his smile.
"Come on, I know you wanna laugh too," I poke his dimples as he smiles.
"You're so fucking stupid" He groans throwing my bag on the floor.
"Bitch" I Shout, Getting my bag, "Stop with that " I hit his thigh getting back up.
"Since we gon be here for a while, let's get to know each other" I suggest out of boredom.
"At cool," he nods and turns his chair to me.
"What's yo full name?"I asked with my chin in my hands, admiring his features.
" It's Ares Martín Serrano" He laughs, His fingers gently tapping the table.
"wait so I like Mar-Teen?"I asked confused.
"Yea but with a little accent" he nods, Chuckling.
"What's yours?" he says, Fiddling with a piece of paper now.
"Uh it's Imani Caasi James "I smile, "My middle name is spelled as C-a-a-s-i, not Kacy or like Kaci or like that, "I say quickly before looking away.
"That shit sounds hot as fuck ma" he spoke, Looking at me.
"Bro, Can't you go one day without saying all that "I Smack his head.
"Whatchu like doing?"He's asks
"Uh Reading and staying inside"I Smile.
"I like watching Bwwm porn" he bites his lip, laughing.
"You're so stupid" I hit him again, Making him groan.
"Chill out"He rubs his head and winces
"How tall are you?"I ask in confusion.
"Im 6'7"He shrug nodding.
"The fuck?"I gasp.
"How are you that Tall?!".
"Well all the Males in my Family are just giants"He plays with his phone.
"Well im 5'6"I smile.
"Short ass"He mumbles.
"Boy-"I smack his Chest making him Flick my forehead.
"I will Throw you through that damn window if you keep playing wimmie"I groan.
As we continued to play fight Miss Carter our school sectarian, came inside"Y'all some badass kids, you're free to go"She mumbles playing with her nails.
"Finally" Are jumps from his seat, "you coming?" he asks.
"Yea gimmie a min, I gotta get Kyle".
"But you ain got a car yet & it's like 4 blocks away, plus it's raining outside." He points toward the small window.
"I have on a hoodie"I smile tugging on the material.
"Yea, but I could give you a ride yk " he Hints.
"No"
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Romance"why are you still here?" "because I care about you, you dunce rat".
