Innocent (Urban) (SAMPLE)

*☽ 2.| Y.A.S.

|Braelynn Morgan|

I tapped my fingertips on the wooden desk while staring at the big, black clock on the wall. Time seemed to be moving slowly, prolonging my summer freedom not that I had much planned.

The classroom was quiet with the exception of some old ass lady who kept sneezing all in her hand. My upper lip curled as she sneezed into her hand, and a thick wad of snot slammed into her palm. She picked up a Kleenex and wiped her hand before running it through her brittle, brown hair that resembled a Brillo pad.

Personally, I thought all old people who decided to bring their ass back to college should have their own separate wing on campus. They only hold up the students who already have some of the material fresh on their brain since they came straight out of high school.

Sarah, that was her name. I had a beef with her unbeknownst to her, because she was quite fucking annoying.

She was always screaming she couldn't hear, or see and the bitch sat directly up front. Sometimes when she'd raise her hand to ask a question, it would turn into a whole conversation about her kids.

One of my fellow classmates walked down the steps and turned in her exam to the teacher after taking forever in a day. I'd already gotten confirmation I passed mine, I was just ready to get the hell out of that classroom.

My teacher smiled and stood from her desk clasping her hands together, while looking at us with glistening blue eyes. She was still pretty young, but her sense of fashion was horrible. She wore a beige and black polka dot dress, with a pair of red suede wedges.

Who the hell was wearing polka dots in 2015? I felt really bad for her kids, they probably looked a hot ass mess. I'm one of those people who was brought up with the saying quality over quantity. Name brands aren't everything, but I dibble and dabble. Clothes are clothes to me although I have a collection of Ralph Lauren Polo shorts I racked up on during a sale, and I love my Nike sneakers.

"I enjoyed having you all this semester, and I wish you all the best of luck. Have a good summer" Ms. Douglas said with a warm smile dismissing us.

Finally. It was May 27th, 2015 and my first official day of summer.

I rose from my seat my tossing my black weave over my shoulders before walking up the stairs and out of the classroom. The cool fresh air smacked my skin, as my eyes roamed the hallway until they landed on my best friend Santana who was leaned up against a wall talking to some football player.

Santana smacked on her gum while rolling her eyes annoyingly, as the boy talked her ear off. Leaning against the wall clutching her books, her wide hips stuck out in the small white shorts that she paired with a orange tank top, white Huf socks that had orange, and pink cannabis on them, and a pair of white Air Force ones.

Her brown hair complimented her honey toned skin, that had a nice glow since she took pride in her coco and shea butter. Santana made me look like shit standing next to her, she'd say other wise.

I walked over to her with a smirk on my face, watching as her eyes screamed help me. Walking over to her as the boy asked for her number, I snaked my arm around her waist and kissed her cheek.

"Hey babe, who's this?" I asked with a smile looking the boy over. He wasn't bad looking at all, his choice of words and the fact that his body language screamed clingy was probably what made Santana so irritated.

She blushed making her cheeks a rosy red, faking embarrassment. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she looped her arm through mine and smiled.

"Babe this is umm I think he said his name was Dominic, Dominic this is my girlfriend Braelynn." Santana spoke giving me fake seductive eyes while biting down on her plump lip.