We all sat back down while Marcus called his sister.
I shook my head. Marcus need to learn to leave the young bitches alone. I know he don't be realizing they young since his first love had a babyface, but they grew up together. I'm starting to think that he thinks all babyface girls are around his age, they just so happen to look young.
Only girl he actually fucked with that didn't look younger than our age, 16-18, was Imani. I'm starting to think the bitch went to him first.
Teo snapped me out my thoughts with his question. " Why you look like you got ya ass whooped, nigga?"
I forgot about the shit on my face.
"Ian get beat up. I got inna lil match with someone but it ain nun to worry about." I replied.
"Was it a female? I see scratches—" Teo began but i stopped him from talking more. They know ion like fighting girls. If ian a bitch, ian gon fight a bitch.
"Nigga, I took of it. Shut the fuck up, streets word." I said, interrupting him.
Before Teo could say anything back, the bell rung to end lunch. I got up and walked away from both Pedo Marcus & Federal Teo.
Instead of going straight to class, I left out one of the side doors to student parking & went to my car.
One lunch, & Im already stressing. Why? Just the thought that I had to put my hands on a girl who was attacking me. I seen how my moms did that shit with my pops. Eventually, whenever my pops felt like my moms was outta line, he started beating on her.
Ion wanna be the nigga to start beating on females after I showed them how easy it is to beat they ass. Imani was the first female I did that with.
I got in my car and reached for pre-rolled joints & blunts in my bag, but that shit wasn't there.
I looked through my car & checked my pockets & my shit wasn't to be found.
Nobody else been in my car but me and I know for damn sure, I still had some left.
I got out my car and had a fit. Niggas stressing me out everywhere I go now. I walked back into the school through the same doors I left in. I found myself in the bathroom, waiting for someone with some form of gas to walk in. I hate that I gotta act like a feen, but a nigga needs some smoke in his lungs.
After a few minutes of waiting, I got impatient. I know Marcus got some shit on him. I hit the nigga up in hopes that he would come through and he did.
"Nigga, you such a feen." Marcus stated while I hit my roach that he gave me. Don't know why this nigga walk around with a roach, but, shit, I'm glad he do.
I shrugged my shoulders at what he said.
"Oh yeah, and Imani was asking 'bout you. She was saying something about her being sorry..." Marcus trailed off while my emotions started to crash into each other. I didn't know whether to be mad, caring, or curious.
I was mad 'cause she was coming to my homeboy about shit we were keeping on the low. Ion know why I cared that she apologized, and I was curious to why she still tryna fuck with me.
I needed a break from her since last night. I'm not tryna do no relationship shit with a bitch that cheated on me, then pressed me to put my hands on her.
"Ight," I said back to Marcus which caused him to skeptically look at me. This nigga knows me too well.
"Ight?" He questioned.
"Yes, nigga, Ight. What else am I supposed to say?" I spat back.
" The bitch said she wants to talk to you. You said you would never talk to that bitch again and now you talking about some 'Ight,'" Marcus explained.
I shook my head no as I looked down. " Ian never say that shit," I said.
Sounding offended, Marcus let me have the argument. I never did say I was never gonna talk to her again; I said that I didn't want to talk to her again, so if he still think that I lied, then that's on him.
Since Marcus has an idea about Imani and me still fucking around, Imma talk to her and see what she's talking about. Then, Imma tell her to fuck off.
She cut.
