ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕒

Frinley's Class

JJ

The way I walked down the hall the first day. The days before are a blur. I run my hand through my hair, getting the attention of some blondes on my left. They wish. I don't blame them though. I know my worth...now. But I started to understand who I was vs who I wanted to be. I shifted somewhere in the middle.

I sit down. Pope walks in, out of breath, looks like he's gonna cry.

"What happened to you, man?" I asked.

"I- RAN- ALL THE- WAY HERE FROM THE- OTHER BUILDING." Pope wheezed. I couldn't help but laugh at the way he was scared he'd be late. I didn't even wanna show up. Almost didn't, but you know... good impressions.

Next, this other girl. Darker, reminding me of Pope, but they make conversation. Is Pope rizzin' her up? I tap his ankle with my foot and nod in respect, which earns me to get my foot stepped on. BITCH. Well it definitely hurt like one.

We all take our seats, class starts. We got an old hag for a Professor. Great.

"Hello, my name is Mrs. Frinley, I'm your Home Room. I know some of you went to or are in the wrong class." She looked dead at Pope when she said went. She must've caught him running. Man that's amazing. "I would like to add on that, I also am your Humanities Professor. Shall we get started? We shall! Notebooks out!" She yelled with a smile.

Oh yay.

She didn't even take attendance. Oh boy.

She starts teaching, and yes, I'm listening, shocking. When she starts getting into detail about it, she loses me. I can't keep up, my pen leaves the paper, and Pope's going to town, so is his chick.

It wasn't a lie I was surprised when I was accepted in this crazy school. It was filled with smart people. Like Pope. That's all I knew of though.

Next thing I knew, the bells ringing. What the fuck? I pack all my stuff up, wait for Pope, who's- waiting for that chick, to leave.

"Oh, right! Um, Cleo, this is JJ, JJ this is Cleo." Pope nervously states, rocking back on his heels. He's so tense. He's so whipped.

"Yup, that's me. JJ Maybank." I say with a smirk, putting my arm around pope, smacking his chest lightly. He swats my arm away, causing me to chuckle, putting my hands up in surrender.

"Cool, I'm Cleo, man." She says. Damn, that's a strong accent.

"Ight, let's get outta here before we're late!" Pope says, walking out with us.

We catch John B running towards us, Cleo separates from us before he catches us though.

"Yo, I found a chick hosting a small party, she said to bring some friends, you two are it, we will be going, don't fight me, there's free beer." John B states.

I'm in.

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Sorry that was so short, I'm so putt of ideas and words, but this next chapter I have big plans for. I think I'll start getting to the point!

Thanks!