Weed Smoke

Chapter Three: Get To Know Me

"Yo, 30 points and 10 assist! You tellin' me this dude ain't the best?" Dre said while yelling over the lunchroom table.

When I was in elementary school, everybody finished their lunch. Now-a-days it's totally different.

Basketball, football, smoking weed, and bitches. That's all me and my homies talked about during lunch. But unlike them I take advantage of the food.

"I mean...he good, but that dude ain't the best. I got my number on Paul man." Bj said trying to defend his argument.

"Aw here he go, now you know Chris Paul is my first pick dude! You ain't even start watchin' the dude til' I said somethin', you perped out bro." I said while tossing my Iced Tea carton in the garbage.

"Fuck Chris Paul, I got first pick on me." I said confidently after making the tea carton into the garbage can.

After lunch the 6th period bell rang signaling the students in West Mifflin High School to move on to their 6th period class.

"Yo b' look at that shorty-what's her name again?" Dre said in a low whisper.

"Aye that's Sha-de why you acting like you don't know her name homie." Bj said staring at Shade like she was a piece of meat.

"Man I'm out, y'all dudes thirsty as fuck. She is sexy as hell tho'." I said while rubbing the bottom of my chin.

"I'm out see y'all ugly muthafuckas lata'." I said walking backwards.

While walking pass Sha-de, I smelled a bomb ass scent. A smell so good, it made me want to snatch her up right then and there. I had to calm down...pace myself.

"Down boy...down." I said to myself while walking pass her. She had beautiful brown eyes that made it impossible for you to look away-even if she wasn't talking to you. Brown skin so smooth, so soft, even the most cockiest dude couldn't ignored her. After walking pass her I was so caught up in her smell, I almost ignored her when she spoke.

"Marcus what class you got this period?" Sha-de yelled a little down the hall.

"I got chemistry." I said with a little smile. The funny part about it was that It sounded corny, but I actually did have chemistry class next.

"Oh really, that sucks. I wanted you to walk me to class." Sha-de said while starting to go in the opposite direction.

"You want me to walk you to class? You ain't my girl why would I walk you to class?" I asked confidently.

People walking pass over heared what I said and gave me weird looks. Sha-de is a bomb ass girl. Any dude in the world wouldnt mind fuckin' her, nice tittys, perfect body, thicks thighs, and a sexy voice. I like to play it smart though. I don't care how sexy you are, I'm not going to act like a puppy when I'm a dog in reality.

"Damn Marcus you really can't walk a bitch to class?" Sha-de asked.

"Man what class you goin' to?" I asked while walking up to her.

"Psychology, damn." Sha-de said while walking toward the stairwell.

"Why are you always trying to act tough with me?" Sha-de asked after stopping in the middle of the stairway that lead to her psychology class.

"It's not an act shorty. This is how I am, I don't complain about the way you are." I said with one leg on a step and the other-on the step below it. Sha-de was standing two steps up from me. She was staring at me like she wanted to fight me, with her hands on her hips.

"I don't complain." Shade corrected me while pushing me down the steps into the door, keeping the students out. She got on her knees and pulled down my zipper.