I got some water from the fountain at the bathroom at school . I looked up and noticed Bre at the lockers crying with a group of her friends comforting her. "What the hell". I tap. Mel making her turn around. "Aye, bro u know what happened to Bre"? .
"Yea, heard Carlos fucked Chanel in the locker room". She tells me .
"Damn,ain't that her best friend".? I ask a little shocked. "Yup" Mel says shaking her head. I shoot Mel a look. "Nigga,if u ever-- she cuts me off "Bros before hoes, you know I would never do no shit like that to u . " "Yea I know" I say trustingly. Me and my best friend have a level of respect for each other most couples should have. "Alright lemme get to miss Em" she says before running off. *bell rings* I go to grab my math book and close my locker. When I closed it this girl shocked tf outta me. Her name was Shayvonne. Who everybody called Shay. Shay was short at 5'1 and slim thick. She was light skin with greenish eyes that were actually hers 22 inches of weave that looked like velvet and she was gorgeous.
Now I never really get nervous around pretty girls but she was one of the TOP FIVE. The TOP FIVE were the most beautiful baddest girls at Lamont High. "Pooh" her angelic voice brought my day dreaming ass back to reality. "Huh,yea wassup Shay". "Why u don't fwm no more" I almost didn't hear her sexy ass I was listening to hard. "U don't fwm ever since the 9th we just stop talking. "
"Well I apologize" she says easing closer to me looking up at my 5'7 standing ass.
"You talking to anybody" she asks.
I think about the amount of girls that were stored in my phone however none of them were my girl friend.. I think. "Nah,I'm single as a dollar bill girl" she laughs at my corny joke. "Hmmm well maybe you should call me " she says playing with the strings on my athletic joggers. I clench my jaws watching her hands. Jesus. "Yes what's yo number"
I ask still tryna keep my cool. She grabs my phone and put her number in as "Favorite Girl". "U got a busy a Lil call log I see " she teases raising one her perfectly arched eyebrows. "Yea I guess u can say that". I smile at her.
Mr.Amad the school counseler sees us. "Go to class Shay ,Pooh focus on the track this year will ya? " we both laugh "Alright" I say to him. Mr.Amad was cool as hell we were so late for class but he was always cool. "Welllll, I gotta go to class apparently and so do you track star.
And ummm, you're coming to my house party righttttt? " How tf could I say no to her. "Yes, Lil nigga I will" I tease her. "Good,then after everyone leaves we can a party of our own" She says pulling my jogger strings.
Damn this girl a freak. "Come here" I pull her little ass in for a hug squeezes her ass a little bit then looking up at the ceiling thanking God.I watch as she walks off and disappears .
God bless my parents and hers I damn sure got my ways with girls from my daddy. Damn, i miss him...I slam my locker and fix my jogger strings before entering Mr.Finkell . Late.
But the class continues working. Mr.Finkell shakes his head.
I notice Bre asleep with head phones in. Then I look around and spot Chanel staring out the classroom. "That's fucked up " all I could think as I began my work. "This is do tomorrow at the end of class" he says and sits down.
