Dance 4 You

Flawless

Bow down, bitches, bow, bow down, bitches (Crown)
Bow down, bitches, bow, bow down, bitches (Crown)
H-Town vicious, H-H-Town vicious
I'm so crown-crown, bow down, bitches

I walked through the hallways of schools with my crutches, I'm keeping a smile on for all them ugly ass stares I'm getting from these bitches.

Let someone try me today BOW DOWN BITCH. Got the wrong motherfucking one today.

AirPods blasting Flawless to let myself know that I'm flawless, even with this cast on my foot.

I sat down in my art class next to Chris. I only have the cast on for a week, I got stitches so It should be off soon. "Lil man, I can't wait for that boot to come off." I chuckled "Me too, it's so ugly.

Once Chris looked away I took the time to admire his tats, I wonder if they have meanings or not.

"I want you all to draw a self-portrait, first take a picture to base it off and I'll compare, this is due next month." The teacher explained. I pulled my phone out and scrolled for a nice selfie. When I found it I started sketching. "Thanks a nice picture," Chris said from behind me, making me jump. "Thanks... That's a nice picture too." I said looking at his phone. "Thanks, lil man." He bit his lip before he went back to drawing.

Once class was over I Limped on my crutches to my next class, ignoring the stares. My next class is gym, I sat on the bleachers while the coach took attendance. My participation points were excused because I can't participate, so I watched these kids run back and forth.

Bryson is also in my gym class, I watched as he ran with a stressed look on his face. He's stressed because he's trying to sue our neighbors so he can use the extra money for therapy, he thinks I'm traumatized but im not, im gangsta.

When It was time for lunch I went to get my packed lunch, Bryson packed me pepperoni and cheese with a Gatorade. Usually, it's a sandwich using this rye bread because it doesn't have wheat but we ran out.

The Sophomore lunch period is with the Seniors, I would sit with Bryson but he and his friends go out for lunch, So I sat down at a table by myself.

I looked at my sad and depressing lunch, contemplating throwing it away.

"look at that weird ass lunch." Someone whispered from behind me. "Damn is he starving himself, that's sad as hell." Someone else said louder. It was quiet for a little then I heard a camera shutter over my shoulder.

I almost threw away my lunch but I remembered what I was listening to this morning. I turned around to the small group of people behind me. "Yall got a problem?" I mugged them. "Yea what the fuck is your lunch?" A white girl with blonde hair asked.

I looked her up and down, analyzing her to say something back, just in case.

"It's a lunch, mind your business." "I'm just saying, it's trash..." she paused, looking me up and down. "Are you poor, is that why?" She asked. The anger on my face faded as I was no longer mad, I was embarrassed. I couldn't even say anything back I just looked down.

"Oh my god, you are." She chuckled. "I'm so sorry." She rubbed my shoulder before taking her and her posse somewhere else.

I turned back around and sank into my chair, eating my pepperoni and cheese.

It was last hour and I am still embarrassed, even more, embarrassed because I never noticed she was In my class, I learned that her name was Rebecca, and she's friends with Bryson. As I and Bryson are talking she comes towards us. "Hey, Becca." he nods.

"Hi Bryson, why are you talking to this poor kid?" She asked straight out, loudly, and pointing at me. Almost the whole class looked at me, causing me to sink into my chair again.

"What are you talking about?" "Him! He's poor, he can't even afford a normal lunch!" She semi-yelled again. "He's my brother..." 

"Ew, Bryson you're poor?" "No, He's just allergic to stuff so he gotta eat that." Now he telling my business, I'm gonna kill myself with bread now!

Just playing.

"Oh, sorry." She whispered, going back to her seat.

I had to get out of there, I went to the restroom, Chris was in there, High. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "Hey, Rodrick." He said in a calmer voice.

"Hey, Chris," I said as he got closer to me looking me in the eyes. "I love your eyes so much." He mumbled. "What color are they?" He stepped closer and our bodies touched. I looked up at him "Like a hazel color I think." I answered him.

He grabbed my chin and turned my face, making the sunshine on my eyes. I groaned at the tight grip on my chin "That hurts." I whispered and he took his hand away. "I'm sorry." I rubbed my chin.

"Your eyes are so pretty in the light." He said, still looking into my eyes. Honestly, this is uncomfortable but I'm getting butterflies like that one Michael Jackson song.

His eyes moved to my lips, "Your lips look so soft I just want to-" He cut himself off by planting a kiss on my lips. His tongue attacked my lips, asking to be let in. I reluctantly let it in and our tongues wrestled each other.

His tongue hit the roof of my mouth and I couldn't help but moan. He pulled back and looked me in my eyes, before pecking my lips. Am I sure he's not drunk too?

"That was my first kiss," I told him.

"You're good for your first time." He went back in, feeling me up, causing my crutches to fall. Our tongues attacked each other as he lifted me off the floor and held me to the wall. He felt up my shirt and my joggers. Am I about to do It in a school bathroom?

"I fucking love you." He groaned as he pulled my shirt off me, kissing up and down my stomach, stopping on my nipples to suck them and tickle them with his tongue. He carried me all the way to the sink and sat me on the counter as he took off his shirt. I admired his body and rubbed his nipples.

"Brace yourself." He whispered as he pulled my legs, causing me to kind of lay on my back.

I watched as Chris unzipped his pants and took his cock out. My mouth fell, It was so big and pretty.

As soon as he pulled my joggers off me the door opened and my dick flung up.

"Rodrick are you ok your ta-" The teacher paused in shock at what he saw.