𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a famous teen rapper meets a girl from his school, he never knew they could both match. she wasn't a big rap fan, not to mention he was the youngest in his own rap group. he's the mascot for cash money records. he's everything i gir...
it was the day of some bitchass english test. i was gonna stay home, but my mom is forcing me to go. i sat down at my desk, putting my bag on the floor aswell as my gatorade. taking a science test at 10:30 is crazy right? plus we just started school why we gotta fucking english test? that's some bs.
n'riyah strutted through the door, looking me up and down. she rolled her eyes and sat down, putting her bag on the floor. i was getting a little nervous so i started chewing gum.
i gave her a dirty look back. soon we were gonna start the test, i could tell since the teacher started prepping her area and straightening out papers.
"alright, today we will be starting our english test. it's very short, it's just too test what you know about english. it leans into vocabulary." mr. violet explained, starting to pass out papers. "and you must not start until i instruct you too."
soon when he came around me to give me my paper, his eyes darted too my mouth. "mr. carter, no gum." he reminded. i shrugged and kept chewing, now chewing louder. "sorry, it helps me focus." i sassed.
he rolled his eyes and smacked my paper down on my desk, and then he went too n'riyah. damn, somebody mad. i thought.
when he was done passing the pictures out, he walked back too his desk. "alright, you may begin." and with that we all picked our pencils up and started writing.
i look down at my paper, my eyebrow raising. "wtf does ambigo...ambiguous mean?" i mumbled, sighing. i skipped the question and moved onto the next. "zealot? when were these even words..."
i looked at n'riyah's desk, she was already on the second page. shi, she my rival but i need help. "ay, riyah." i whisper, kicking her foot. she ignored me, a look of irritation on her face. "irene."
she then looked up, scoffing. "what do you want?" she whispered back, her eyes looking back at her own paper. im guessing calling her irene works. "i need help." i pointed at the question.
she smirked. "ian take you for the cheater type. i thought you were a smart rapper." she teased. then her smirk dropped. "no im not helping you. are you forgetting you pulled out a gun on my friend, and attempted too beat up him and ariel, and insulted her by calling her a 'wannabe nigga' i can't help you, cheater."
"c'mon riyah! i did some fucked up things but help a nigga out!" i begged. she bit her lip and rolled her eyes. "zealot means a person who is very passionate about something they love. like you...you love toya and music." she whispered. she wasn't wrong though, i love toya and rap, i thought.
i nodded and wrote that down. "help me with ambig...ambigmo?" n'riyah smiled. "ambiguous means there's more then one meaning too something." i copied that down.
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"thanks for setting our beef aside and helping me with that test." i mumbled, walking next too n'riyah. she smiled and patted my shoulder. "ay don't thank me or nun of dat' shi, we ain't cool."
i nodded, rolling my eyes. i scowled. "aigh cool whatever, a nigga can't appreciate nobody. then the second i be rude im like the worst nigga ever? yall females confusing." i then walked off.
"maybe n'riyah isn't that bad. she's kinda cute, she ain't gotta man, she smart, shi she's valid as a whole. na, what am i thinking?" i whispered too myself, kissing my teeth as i walked too my locker and grabbing some more of my books.
i looked back at n'riyah, seeing her smile at me again and then walking off too her locker. i then grinned too myself, taking my books out and closing my locker.
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would i be wrong if i said i "like" n'riyah? i mean she's not as bad as i thought. i mean yeah i disrespected her bitchass alot and vice versa. she's still ugly and annoying, and yes i gotta whole ass babymama, but maybe, just maybe riyah might be worth something...
