Of course my teacher was screaming at me. She was always screaming at me. Why don't I do this? Why don't I do that? Why does she care? I still get my work done.
Sitting in my seat I couldn't help but think about that Tyrell kid. I wasn't even the type to catch feelings for people. I've talked to many girls and boys before now. That's it. I just talked to them. If they caught feelings and wanted something more from me then that was their problem, not mine. I just told them what they wanted to hear and moved on with my life.
Nobody has made me catch feelings for them. EVER. I haven't even talked to this kid yet and he was already creeping into my thoughts. Why am I thinking about him so much? Why?
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RING RING RING
Finally the bell rang for the last class of the day to come to an end. I could finally go home and eat. I've been waiting to eat the left over 3 cheese lasagna my mom made the night before. My mouth was watering just thinking about the melty goodness.
While I tried to control my food filled thoughts I waited for Lashonda like I always did after school. I hated riding the bus because it was always so crowded and forever stunk like ass cheeks and dirty diapers. Where was she? She never took longer than 2 minutes to get here.
I couldn't wait any longer. I was getting impatient and I heard the busses starting up. I defiantly wasn't trying to stay after school today.
"Ughh! She better have a good excuse for not being here." I groaned.
I had to run to get to my bus before it left. Luckily I made it in time or I'd be walking home today. Once I found a seat on the bus I texted Lashonda.
*Where are you?*
After the text sent I pulled out my headphones and plugged it into my phone. I really hated hearing other people's voices in my ear so closely and loudly. I skipped through a whole bunch of songs and finally decided on something random.
After constantly stopping to drop kids off the bus finally came to my stop. I got off the bus and speed walked home. I was trying to get home before my sister did so I could eat the lasagna first.
A minute later I walked up the front porch to my door. I looked around in my bag for my key and couldn't find it. I rolled my eyes in irritation and knocked on the door. I hoped my mom wasn't sleeping or else I'd be locked out until my sister got home.
After continually banging down the front door she finally answered.
"Why are you banging down the door like you're the police?" She asked with a little too much attitude for my taste.
I checked my phone hoping that Lashonda would've texted me back. Nothing. Where was this girl at? I know for a fact she would've texted me by now. It's whatever I guess.
I walked to the fridge and pulled out more things than intended. I had lasagna, pasta with pasta sauce, hot wings and some kool-aid. I warmed up my food in the microwave and brought it to my room.
...I hadn't realized that I fell asleep because when I opened my eyes it was 11:30 at night.
"Damnnnn. I was knocked." I laughed to myself.
I got up to go use the bathroom and decided that I should take a shower too. After showering I felt so refreshed. I felt like a brand new girl. I had completely forgotten that Tyrell was supposed to text me until I walked over to check my phone. I picked it up and pressed the home button. My phone woke up and I saw that I had two new messages on my screen. One from Lashonda and one from an unknown number. I assumed that was Tyrell.
Tyrell's text came it at 10:00 and read : *Hey 😏.* Lashondra's text came in at 10:05 and read : *Omgg! Girl I have to put you onnnn 👅💦💦💦*
"Hmmm. That's kinda weird. Why did her text come in 5 minutes after his?" I questioned then quickly brushed it off as nothing. "But I wonder what she has to tell me. She only puts those emojis when she got some of that good good." I laughed with a smirk on my face, "I wonder who got to smash."
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The Crippled Savage
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