Play Your Cardz Right

Play Your Cardz Right|3|

|Travis|

So these teachers smirking at each other, creeping my ass out. My eyes wondered over to a goddess. When she was writing, I couldn't help but play in her hair, don't call me no creep but her hair smelled like strawberries. She turned and pulled her hair in a ponytail to the side. Shit I still played in her hair, it was soft and flowie. She then flipped her head over and I got a nice view of her ass. Shit wasn't like Nicki Minaj big but the ass was up there. She put her hair into a bun. And I saw a tattoo. When I told her about it she gasped like she never thought anyone would see it. Damn, I sound so fucking soft right now.

"You guys are gonna get married one day."

Yo! Teacher lady is fucking crazy! She must not know me. I started to choke on that, and Essence broke out in laughter. Her laugh was so adorable. Then she said something that got me a little tense, don't know why but it did.

"Me!...Marry!...Him!...Ha!...You're higher than god in heaven!"

I know, I'm the one saying that I will never marry, but she wasn't a hoe. She's not intrested in me which makes me want her. When I saw that Canada give her, his number pissed me off. I gave him advice but not to use on what was soon to be mine. Mr.J and Teacher lady saw her laughing then looked at me, a snickered but crazy shit was that they saw straight through it. Teacher lady grabbed Essence hand as they walked out.

"Come here son." Nigga ain't gotta break the silence, like that.

I walked over to him and he motioned me to look in the recycling bin. I looked at him.

"You want me to look through the garbage? HaHaHa! You are funny!"

"Boy you afraid of a little paper?"

"Nahh, but have you heard of gum and germs, those can kill a nigga!"

"Boy it's damn recycling bin!"

Nigga straight lucky he a teacher or I would knock his teeth out. I grabbed the bin but I saw a crumpled piece of paper on top. I took it and dropped the bin back to the floor. This was Grant's number. a big cheesy smile grew on my face, she ain't gonna give him a call. I got this nigga. My smile got a litte evil, I felt it. He thought he could take my girl away, nigga is hilarious. OH SHIT!! Now I see why my Mama and Nisha think I'm possesive. Essence ain't even mine...yet.

|Essence|

I followed Ms.Brenda into her office she sat me down and started to talk...the complete truth.

"You're very attracted to that boy and you know it."

I am.

" *sighs* "

"You like the way he notices things, nobody ever has."

Yess! He noticed my tattoo, no one has ever has. Not even my sister and we got them the same day just in different rooms. She never believed that I got it.

"You both have issues, and you both want and are changing slowly for each other. Especially him and you can feel it but your turning the other cheek because you don't want to get hurt again."

How?How does she know about my issues.

"You're wondering, how I know."

I nodded yes.

"I was once in your place Essence, Mr.Johnson believe or not was a huge player back in our day."

Ohh!!! I believe it he is to good looking to have putting that to waste.

"I was much like you, huge attitude and was very smart, pretty-"

"You still are"

"Oh honey! I know. You remind us of ourselves, but we didn't notice we belonged together until we met up again, we hated each other and people could tell, but he was in love with me at the first sight while.I had my guard up he slowly broke it and listened to Beyoncé and put a ring on me."

Why can't I go a day without someone mentioning 'Beyoncé'? But that whole story opened my eyes. I think I have a thing for Travis, even though I just ment him today and I know all about his past. It pulls me in. I want to do what Ms.Brenda did, she changed Mr.Johnson without even trying.

"You're right."

With that I felt like I was being watched. I felt it was Travis so let him have the view of my good side.