(Bahja POV)
First impressions of Teriyake or whatever her name is: Scary. She has on black and white striped gloves with the middle finger part cut off on both gloves. So classy. She also has on a black hoodie, black eyeliner and eyeshadow, skinny grey jeans, and all black vans. The one cute thing that she has on is a nice silver necklace with a heart locket on it that has a little keyhole. I would sho rock that.
(Tori POV)
Why is she just standing in front of me like that, staring me up and down Have a fucking seat will you? I mean damn, lets just get this shit over with so we can all go home. As she eyes me from top to bottom (literally), her facial expression changes from surprise and fear, to desire when she spots my necklace. Ugh, I can't take this anymore. "Well, are you gonna sit or what?" I ask. Immediately the entire classes eyes are on me. Even Slut Sara takes a look in my direction, but her head is quickly guided back to place by Devon's hands. Ugh, this place disgusts me.
(Bahja POV)
"Well, are you gonna sit or what?" My eyebrows raise without me noticing, cause i'm 'bout to bury dis bitch, 'cause i don't know who she think she catching a attitude with.
〈Bahja〉
"Excuse me?" Lemme make sure I heard this right. "You heard me. Are you gonna fucking sit or what!?" Behind me I hear some "oohs" and chuckles. If dis bitch wanna fight, then we can go. "Listen here, I don't know who da fuck you tryna cath a al-ti-tude with but you betta WATCH YO GODDAMN MOUTH HOE, KAY? YU WANNA FIGHT WE CAN GO RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW FO REAL FO REAL. BITCH AINT NOBODY SCARED OF YO ASS! EMO DEVILISH ASS! YO OLE' I WANNA SIT HERE LOOKIN LIKE DEATH ASS BITCH! OOOH, I COULD JUS—" "Ok we can stop right here!" Mr Brummer interrupted. I didn't notice until now I was breathing hard. Tanyanna or whatever just sat there looking surprised. I stay ready to beat a bitch ass. And get a lil ghetto when i'm angry.
A/N: Well, that escalated quickly. :D
[Tori]
"I'm sorry Bahja, she usually doesn't talk. And when she does it's usually something like this, negative with curse words, i just don't get her." I look at my teacher from under my too long bangs with pure hate. "I don't fuckin need you to apologize for me.", I spat. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go piss". i get up and start to the door. Looking around as I'm walking I notice Slut Sara getting up off her knees and going for the tissure box, quick, while no ones looking. Her mouth drips of Devon's kids. Hmpthf. Seems like he can go for a nice long while, maybe I'll hit him up for some, if Sara doesn't give him some sort of disease.
〈Bahja〉
This bitch is so rude, I can't wait to get some information on her. "Young lady your not going anywhere! You return to your seat and apologize to Bahja so I can continue on with my lesson! You can go on and have a seat Bahja, and please do inform me if any more problems are to arise." I look at Mr. Brummer and he gives me a head nod. Of course problems are goin come up again, dis bitch gotta bad ass attitude and she already know i ain't havin this shit. But I silently have a seat and scot my chair as far as possible to the left. My notebooks are on the far top left corner of this table, and i can still feel my swiss army knife in my right pocket. I can already tell sum shits goin pop off.
BTW, as you can probably already tell, italics = thoughts. Should Tori be african american or caucasian?
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Teen FictionTori. She's a weirdo. She sits alone, doesn't speak to anyone, and has no history. Wanna speak to her? She'll lash out at you, sometimes in a different language. She'll never fight though. Why? Read and see. Along comes Bahja, the newbie and already...
