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Woods Borrow Highschool. 
Home to the Vikings.

"Hello, Woods Borrow High!", Mr. Francis, our principal yelled in to the loud speaker.Everyone filled in, taking their spot on the bleachers, chatting away. You would think that when everyone was settled and the lights dimmed that people would actually be quiet.  "May I please have your attention?"

The auditorium got quiet and Mr. Francis continued. " I would like to introduce the undefeated, Vikings!". Mr.Francis stood back and clapped them in. The whole auditorium did actually, well, except me. The players stood in a straight line in front of the podium. Excluding Cree.

Every year the star player of the football team gets rewarded with some type of trophy, and a speech from someone of their choice. And every year it's Cree Easton. He's your stereotypical hood nigga: overly confident, he dated the prettiest girl in the school, he smoked, he drank, he partied every damn weekend. The girls want to date him and the boys want to be him. Your parents worst nightmare kind of thing.

Becca Martin, Cree Easton's girlfriend, made her way onto the podium; giving her pom poms to Mr. Francis. "Oh", he lifted his eyebrows up, shaking the pom poms.

"I would just like to ask everyone to stand up.", Becca said. She was really telling everyone to stand up, asking isn't really her thing.

"I am here today to award Cree Easton, my boyfriend, the Vikings Superstar Player Award. Again. It has been such a great year, but with Cree it has been even better! My boyfriend, well, face it, he makes the team! So, let's please embrace Cree, my boyfriend, as he comes up here to receive this award!", she says with a clap and a step to her left.

The cheers were insanely loud, and the pom poms didn't help either. Even though all that was bothersome, I still found myself clapping. I wasn't into the whole scene, but I just didn't want to be the only Debbie Downer here. Every single person was clapping. Literally. A smug looking Cree walked on stage. Kissing Becca, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh. He shook Mr.Francis' hand, accepting his award, moving it in between his hands, acting like he was about to throw it. After his performance was over, he stepped up to the podium.

"I am honored to be up here accepting the VSP Award. My team mates and I worked so hard this year and it really shows. I don't want to be up here too long, but I would just like to thank everyone who voted for me."

The amount of charm this boy had amazed me. Not too little, not too much, but just enough to have everyone wrapped around his finger. Well, almost everyone.

"I will accept this award with pride and honor, but this is not just my award; it's ours.", he smiles.

And without a doubt, the crowd goes wild.
•••
"I just don't understand why we have to participate in that damn assembly every year", I said as I shoved my books in my locker and slammed it.
"Quinn, it's our senior year! Cheer up", Asiyah nudged my arm. "our last year before we're off to college."

I rolled my eyes. Asiyah helps organize the assemblies every year. None of the awards though just the decorations. She takes pride in her work and she should. Around this time
the gymnasium is always well put together. I think that's the Martinez in her. She comes from a long line of fashion designers; it's only right.

"Asiyah! I've been meaning to catch up with you. You know my boyfriend, Cree , keeps me super busy. He is just so good at what he does and I have to be there to support him", Becca rambled.

I continued to walk. You couldn't pay me one million dollars to engage in a conversation with her.

"I need to get home. I'll talk to you later", I quickly whispered to Asiyah pushing my hair back behind my ear. She didn't hear me.

I reached the end of the hallway glaring at the exit sign that is hanging onto the wall for dear life. Please don't fall on me. It never does.

The parking lot was empty, but that was usual for a Friday.

"Aye Q!" I looked up from my Instagram feed with furrowed eyebrows. You've got to be kidding me.

"Ace, why the fuck are you sitting on the hood of my car and who are they?", I pointed to the two guys surrounding my car.

"oh my fault", he laughed. "this blu and ant."
"wassup", one of the boys with a lime green hoodie on greeted. he reached his arms out for a hug, but I took a step back, separating our bodies with my hands.

"boy get the fuck.", the three boys laughed at me.

"why you acting like that?", blu scrunched his face up still holding his arms open for a hug.

"cause I don't know you." I unlocked my car doors and walked to the drivers side. "I need y'all to get from in front of my car or bodies gon start flying."

"I thought you said she was cool", ant whispered to ace. "she is, she just putting on a front cause y'all here"

"Q, drop us off at the trap. we got shit to do." I locked the doors just before he tried to pull it open. "how did you get here, ace?"

"my mans dropped us off." "well your "mans" can come pick you up too". I put my car in drive.

"dawg." He sucked his teeth, looking at the boys in front of him. "Just drop us the fuck off, please?" I could tell he was getting irritated, but nobody told his dumb ass to get dropped off here when he could've got a ride to wherever he should be right now.

Rolling my eyes I unlocked the doors. "come the fuck on, yo." ace grinned at blu, "told you."

"aht aht, get that ass in the back nigga. you always touching shit up here, making my lights come on and shit."

"ant, you can sit up here since you're the only one who ain't get on my nerves yet."

"what the fuck I do?" blu mumbled getting in the back.

"just get in the fucking back." I shushed him, plugging up my phone to the aux cord.

"Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your pillow
Shea Butter Baby, fucking up your sheets", Ari Lennox blasted from my speakers.

"You really playing this bullshit with real niggas sitting in the backseat?", Blu said dapping ace up. Ant just ignored them. actually he hasn't really said much, I like that. a nigga that moves in silence. and he was fine.

"nigga you wanna walk? keep talking." I looked at him through the rear view mirror, before turning my radio up more and pulling off.

Author's note

Thank you guys for reading. This chapter is something I had in my drafts for a lil minute lol. I used to really like one direction and white boys for some reason, so it wasn't an urban book at first. I was like 13. I changed some names and added a few paragraphs, I'll try to make it a lil less structured. I don't really know where I'm going with this, but we'll figure that out together. it'll be lit lol
I added the song, in case y'all haven't heard it.

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