August POV
"West, come on. Stay wit me".
"Ma'am, getcho goofy ass back. I got school and I'm already late".
I met this older lady bout a week ago.
Don't get me wrong, that grown woman coochie gon do it for me everytime but she clingy as hell.
And I told her ass before we even started fuckin that it was only that.
"Come on baby, my husband come back tomorrow".
"Ion give a damn".
I said puttin on my shit and headin out to my car.
Once I got home a shower and did everything in the shower tryna hurry up.
Bout 30-35 minutes later I was ready to go.
I grabbed my keys and a blunt headin to my car.
Me and my bestfriend Don are roommates but he still somehow manage to always leave before me.
Like bitch you could've at least called to wake me up.
We had the same personality in different fonts.
We was both naturally funny and goofy people but I was like the loud energetic one while he was the quiet nonchalant one.
People think we related for some odd reason, we don't even look alike.
But anyway, I sped to school hoppin out and makin my way into the buildin.
"Late again I see".
"Mrs. Fernandez why you always on my dick"?
"Yo husband's ain't big enough"?
She just laughed and continued walkin and I watched that ass move in that tight ass skirt.
She was the Spanish teacher that everybody wanted to hit, but she was feelin the kid.
She even let me stay after class once, if you know what I mean.
She walked back out wit papers in her hand and I smacked her ass as she walked by.
"Not today, really busy".
She said wit her heavy accent makin a nigga hard.
"That's unfortunate, I'll catch you after school tho".
I said about to walk off til she grabbed my arm.
"Husband's working late tonight. You come over"?
She asked rubbin on my shit.
"Hell yeah. But I gotta hit this shit before I go to class".
I said pullin out my blunt and walkin into the bathroom.
Once I smoked half of it I put it out and headed to the office to sign in and grab a note.
"Uhn uh, no. You gotta stop doin that lil boy".
The secretary said holdin her nose and fannin the air.
"And ain't you on the team? You shouldn't be smokin".
"Coach don't be trippin, I never get high before games or practices".
"That's still fuckin up yo body lil boy. Scrawny ass body".
I waved her off grabbin the note and headin out.
Ms.Bailey was like everybody's ghetto yet sophisticated auntie.
One thing she gon do is tell it like it is.
"Wassup coach"?
I said walkin into class handin him the note.
