Everyone got ready, everyone except Clayko. They either had there fist balled or was in some stance.... Except Clayko.
KYLE'S POV-
Look lets get this straight. I don't give two fat fucks about this nigga and.....
He.
Ain't.
Gone.
Do.
Shit.
Straight up. Everybody else ready to swing but I promise notta finger gone touch me. It's people listening in cause they heard me say fuck his momma and shit. I'm just stating the truth.
Somebody came up to him and whispered in his ear. He cooled down then, " So you pushing weight for Marco huh? You must be one of his young niggas." Shit I guess so." My cousin Travis used to do work with him." I still stood there not fascinated with him talking bout Marco.
"Look you ain't always gone be there to save ya boy.", he said talking about Makaveli. " Well, being I'm always in the neighborhood and he can pretty much kick your ass his self. I don't really need to but that's real loyalty. Whatever. He finally left the cafeteria.
He went back to the table and talked about everything that just took place from "scrub these nuts " to" fuck your momma nigga." I can't believe shit got that real on the first day of school. Even thunder thighs laughed with us.
We instantly became the three freshmen to change the high school respect for freshmen. "So Clayko what exactly was they talking about. You mean Marco. He's one of the largest drug trafficking bosses on the come up. He got hella spots in different states from California, New York, Virginia, and even the dirty South's own , Atlanta. That answers the question Mak? Yea." We joked and finished lunch. The rest of the day was peaceful.
It's two fifteen and everyone ready to leave. Five minutes later, everyone was on the bus ready to go. I rode bus 49 Me and Makaveli.
" Yo today was crazy, tho. Hell yea but I was right at lunch. What?! Telling that nigga fuck his momma. No you got hella respect already."
Makaveli laughed.
JACOLBY'S POV-
We got off the bus and walked to the apartment corner. We was still talking bout what happened early. A white Nissan flashed its lights. We knew instantly, time to dip
We took off. We cut the corner, ran across the street and ran behind the apartments on Mechanicsville. Behind the apartments was a park, so we ran straight across it.
Then they drove though it right behind us. Then we ran in the corner store, I guess we figured they wasn't tryna drive through it. But we heard doors close. " Aye bruh, get the glass bottle of beer.", Makaveli said. " Aight partna."
They walked in with there guns loaded. So as soon as two came in we attacked. We hid right behind the rack where the two dollar bags of chips was at. They walked in the isle next to us. So we went all the way around and busted both of them in the head.
BLAME!
"My bad bruh I got'chu. ", I said giving the cashier six dollars. Makaveli grabbed their guns , gave me one and we dipped.
We tucked it in our pockets. " Lets hurry and get back to the apartments. "
" Yea I gotta get home, before my mom start tripping. " We went our separate ways.
Twenty minutes later I walked in the door. My mom was in the kitchen sitting at the table. " Where were you? I know when y'all get out..." I was tryna catch some air. " Somebody tried to run me and my friend over. That's why....." Still gasping for air.
"I was late. Wait what ?! I'm so serious. I knew I should've stayed in Virginia. Naw ma, I actually like the people here. Didn't you say somebody tried to run you over. Yea but besides that I have a lot of friends already. Ya know what? you teens are something else. Now your sister gone come home talking bout someone tried to hit her with a scooter. Ha ha whatever, but foreal you gotta sign these syllabuses." I got up and got all of them out of my bookbag.
I check my phone and I gotta Kik message from Clayko.
ZoneXix - Aye you tryna get high bruh.
Mak10 - ........ When .....
ZoneXix - In two hours
Mak10 - Kool
ZoneXix - And I like the kik name I think Imma call u this instead of Mak.
Mak10 - Aight give me a minute.
We smoked
The day, it was just like the day before at the bus stop. I mean except different outfits. I had on a plain amercican eagle T-shirt, leather jacket, black jeans, and all white mid-tops air forces.
Clayko got on a bucket hat. A red t-shirt that had a picture of New York , black jogger jeans, and Jordan 10's.
We chilled and got on the bus.
KYLES'S POV-
We pulled up at the school. I'm kinda off cause ol'girl want to meet me under the bleachers like A.S.A.P. I mean straight off the bus. My nigga Mak10 talking bout shit finna get real. Shit, I just think she wanna leave her old nigga for me. It wouldn't be the first time. So as soon as the doors open I went straight to the back.
" Aye wassup , why you wanna meet her ?", I asked. She grabbed my forearm and made me follow her under the bleachers. She got on her knees. No no no , oh my God not on the second day. She unzipped his pants. Went into his boxers and whipped his junk out. She put her right hand around it and began stroking it. Finally she just went ahead and put it in her mouth. She spit on it and everything like a professional. I was speechless for the first time. Damn. All this before first period too. I mean she had the sound effects down packed and everything.
I mean we didn't nickname her thunder thighs for no reason, so I say this as the perfect opportunity for it.
I knocked those boots, I mean that was some nice shit too. A nigga wanted to fall asleep in that shit. I wanted her to fell every inch in her. I wanted to let her know what thug loving really meant.
But she wasn't an beginner. She knew how to throw it back and how to take it. I mean grabbed my fingers and started sucking them. Man I'm in heaven.
Aight y'all know how I am with sex scenes, so would y'all rather I be descriptive and vivid or y'all rather me sugar code it like I did above.
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