I'm minding my business rolling up to the school when I hear an unfamiliar voice call my name.
Yoo, Tyrell! Wassup"
Everyday someone new is trying to dap me up like I'm their friend or something. I'm used to this kind of attention since I'm in a wheelchair.
"Yoo," I say back to this unknown nigga that just walked up beside me, "you can leave now."
I can tell when someone is truly riding for me. The majority of the people I go to school with are just a bunch of snakes. This nigga told that nigga this, this nigga told that nigga that. Nothing new. I see this happen everyday. I prefer to stay lowkey and when people see me, they see me. Simple as that.
I'm really not even all that. I'm 18 years old. I'd said I'm a lightish brown complexion. I don't really know. I do know that I always got the fresh cut. That fresh cut always keep the shawties wet. I should know. I could have any girl I wanted. They basically threw themselves at me wherever I go. I don't really mind it. Whatever I wanted they'd get me in the blink of an eye. They were thirsty for me. But I never wanted any of them. I just make them think I want them because I got game like that.
I could basically make any girl fall in love with me just like that. It didn't take much effort. You just have to say a couple sweet words and you've got them right were you want them. Easy as that. There really wasn't much to it than that.
All I had to do was pick a girl. But who?
As I'm waiting for the first period bell to ring, I look out towards the parking lot and see two girls walking in my direction.
I noticed the first girl. What was her name? I knew it started with a L or something? Oh damn. I forgot. But her body was definitely on point. Titties not too big, not to small. The ass on this girl was something you just had to stop and stare at. The other girl was cute or whatever. Those box braids were really working for her. She had a nice body too. I could tell she was starting to get thick.
I think they could tell I was staring at them. The box braid girl looked back at me and quickly turned around as we made eye contact. The other girl looked at me and gave me a dirty look. I don't know how much of a chance I had with Big Butt. It wouldn't kill a nigga to try though, right?
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The Crippled Savage
Подростковая литератураHe had been diagnosed with cerebral palsy from the time he was born. Even growing up as a child he hadn't let his disorder get in the way of him living his life. Over the course of the years up to his 18th birthday he had turned into a heartless sav...