Never 2 Far |An Eminem Fanfiction Unlike No Other|

|Andre|

Section .80 had been blasting in my off brand headphones and I was turning down the hallway to get to AP American history, when a pair of bright cerulean eyes were all in my face. She was on the floor and a small sea of books were splattered all over the floor. Dang, she must be for real about school. I , on the other hand, couldn't give a fxck less about school. I barely showed up mostly because I didn't want to go home.

I slipped off my headphones as "HiiiPower" was starting up. Pulling out my half working phone, I paused it.

"Yo, you okay?" I inquired, helping her up by the small, soft hand.

"Yeah. Just, can you watch where you're going. Like, really." She sounded irritated and a long black haired, tall, mixed race girl with emerald eyes and huge tits in a red top by her side was helping her pick up her books. I took my liberties to help her with books as well.

"Okay. Here." Was my only response.

"Dude, just go. You've done enough." The blue eyed girl rolled her eyes, her book tower finally restored. She had such a rude attitude, like God. I couldn't help myself.

"Rude whore." I coughed and the tall girl by her side stared at me evilly, like I just shot her family. I didn't care, I stand by what I say. In the midst of all this, I didn't hear the ringing of the bell and the scurrying of other peoples feet.

"Mr. Kelley. Ms. Scott. Ms. Chandler. Tardy?" That overweight, spawn of Satan, Mrs. Keaton was standing over us, her triple chin and old lady boobs dropping down to me.

"Um, I, um." Ms. Scott said nervously stuttering.

"Ms. Scott and Ms. Chandler. I understand this is your first tardy, but Mr. Kelley. I've seen you all over school when class is going on. One more time, you're out. Go to the office." Her fat finger was pointing down the ominous hallway. Ms. Scott and Ms. Chandler smirked and I stared at them, emotion devoid on my face. I already knew these girls weren't worth a smart remark, a swear word, a slur. They weren't worth shxt. Especially that Scott chick, who does she think she is?

"Whatever." I said, walking down the hallway and popping my headphones back in once I had been out of view. I turned on "HiiiPower" again and stormed down to the office.

I was by the office, the old secretary who worked there asleep or dead. In the spur of the moment, I decided to blow school and hit up one of my boys to take me in until the end of the day. The air outside was brisk and windy. The cloudiness seemed claustrophobic. A gust caused me to push together my thick plaid jacket over my slim arms.

A dark guy with a large forehead, baggy clothes and an ugly smile walked over to me. I instantly recognized him. Adande Wilkinson.

"Aye, Dre. Whatchu doin' out here?" He said. Adande was a senior, not that you'd know due to the amount of times he skipped class.

"Man, I had to go to the office because this blitch cut in front of me."

"What blitch. There's plenty." We were now walking to go behind the gym, where everyone who cuts school goes.

"Last names' Scott. Blue eyes, blonde hair."

"Yo, you talking about Hailie?" His poop colored eyes lit up.

"Hailie?" I asked.

"Yeah bro, Hailie Scott. I know a guy that used to date her." He said, kicking one foot on the side of the tan wall.

"Wasn't that Luke Woodley's girlfriend?" I asked, her name coming back into my memory.

"Yeah, man." He said, taking out a brown bag concealing something. Adande did this a lot, skipped school to come out back and drink cheap beer. He also used to smoke mad blunts but he didn't know where to hide them. Substances weren't really my thing, my surroundings revealing the result of them if they controlled you.