Jayden POV
I jogged up the steps of the school and got a couple
of stares from the outside. Not worried about em' |
simply kept my eyes forward coming faced with open
doubled-doors. I walked in and was immediately hit
with that school smell... y'all know exactly what smell
I'm talking about.
I looked around the entrance a little for some
guidance until I saw a poster for directions of where
the main spots were. The main office wasn't too far
so I pulled my pink hoodie over my head
and started my way there.
As I was walking, l just felt eyes on me.
Girls looking me up and down biting on their lip,
whispering to their friends pointing at me. I mentally
gagged, no thanks. Guys who either gave me the
welcoming smile or the guys who thought they were
the shit.
I honestly didn't wanna be here. Those stares, are the
stares I never want to experience ever again in life.
The ones where you feel as if everything is moving
in slow motion. Or maybe the ones that you feel like
the walls are slowly closing in on you with no escape.
Yup... that's exactly how I felt the day I never
returned back to school.
You ever thought you had someone that you could
trust with certain things that were personal to you? &
on top of that they were your bestfriend ?
I know l did. The whole reason I left school was
because my "bestfriend " outted me to the entire
school. I mean everyone kind of suspected that
I liked boys because whenever one of the boys
will talk about wanting to fuck girls or their sexual
experiences with them I will get disgusted.
Not a bad disgusted but the kind where you don't
wanna involve yourself. They even suspected me
more because I never had a girlfriend. I tried to lie
once and say I had sex with a girl before but it didn't
even sound right coming out of my mouth. They all
shared looks with each other and snickered.
Even though I didn't tell anyone I liked boys, there
were still rumors going around the school. When I
thought my bestfriend had my back, he really didn't.
Long story short, me and my bestfriend were at my
house for a sleepover. We shared some deep secrets
with each other and my safe secrets just happened to
slip out.
I told him that I was gay and I was born intersex. He
didn't believe me so I let him touch me. He gave me a
hug and promised not to tell.
The next morning, I woke up and he was gone.I
tried texting him but he ignored my text and didn't
walk to school with me. I walked into the school and
there were pictures hung up of my private parts.
There vwas even a video of him fingering me while
I was sleep. He showed my face in the video so of
Course everyone got the hint it was me.
Worst experience of my life. Never spoken to him
since. I basically went ghost and moved houses
but I was still in the same area only a different
neighborhood. Talk about starting new.
I walked into the office and removed my hood.
30 minutes later I was handed my schedule, the front
lady offered to let someone guide me but I politely
declined. Im not the type to ask for help.
I was already 15 minutes late when walking into the
classroom. The class got silent and everyone's head
turned in my direction.
" You're late, do you know that ?", the teacher asked
without looking up.
I stayed quiet, walked to her desk and set the
schedule down lightly. She looked up from whatever
she was looking at on her phone and saw my
schedule.
" You're new ?", she asked. I nodded.
" My bad then, go ahead and find a empty seat. I don't
give a fuck what you do, just don't bother me unless
you stop breathing
Girl how tf - nvm. I took my schedule and went all the
way to the back of the classroom where a desk was
in the corner. AIl eyes were still on me until I sat down
and they went back to doing whatever they were
doing.
l analyzed the class a bit. In the front, of course you
got the teachers pets and nerds. Waiting to snitch
and for homeWork to be announced.
Then you got the loud ghetto girls who think every
dude want them, and they come in all shades.
Popping they gum extra loud, screaming out megan
and cardi lyrics, barely got clothes on, patting they
heads, & laughing dummy loud. Dont get me started
on the "Daquan stawwpp, gimmie my backpack
backkk."
Then you have the chill people. They don't realy say
shit unless you say shit to them, 9/10 you will gladly
get that ass tapped.
Finally, you got the popular fuck boys. The "where
my hug at" type of niggas. That's the musty ones.
But these were the kind always throwing parties,
talking about how many bitches they fucked, on the
basketball or football team, and not that very bright.
One of them stood out to me though. He had dirty blonde dreads that hung down, His outfit was all black shirt with black shirt with a white design on it and some black
jeans and some red shoes to top it off.Simple
but fly. His voice was deep and his smile was pearly
white. He was fine asf.
I guess I was staring too hard cause his head turned
in my direction andl immediately looked down and
started playing with my fingers.
I tried to play it off and grabbed my phone out of my
back pocket. I started acting like I was texting but in
reality I was going through my settings, the ghetto.
I felt him still staring at me but he soon turned away.
I looked back at him, something about him is making
me curious. Do I know him from somewhere?
Time skip cause fuck thaatt.
I sped walk out the school front doors, reaching in my
front pocket pulling out my keychain. I just wanted to
get home back in my bed.
I started fidgeting around with them until I came
across my car keys. With my car key in my hand I
pressed "unlocked" to my black Mercedes and
opened the driver side door.
I hopped in and locked the doors and looked behind
my seat and the rest of my car throughly.
"Nigga ain't bout to catch me lackin"
I was about to put the key in my ignition until l heard
a knock. I looked at my window and the guy from class was there. He was motioning me to roll down
my window, I turned the car on and rolled it down.
" Wassup witchu, what's ya name?", he asked.
l just looked at him. I didn't wanna give out my name
anyway considering I was iffy about him. I guess he
got the hint I wasn't gonna talk.
Okay well, me and the boys throwing a party tonight
at my house. You look like good peoples, so come.
I'm not asking because you're coming regardless.
Here's my address He handed me a piece of paper
with his address and vwith a number on it. " Come
swing by bro."
He started walking away but then came back.
" The name is Amiri by the way", he said smiling
and walked away.
I rolled my window up, and just sat there in shock. A
tear immediately shedded down my face.
Amiri.
Remember that bestfriend| was talking about ? Yup
that's him..... son f a bitch.
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