"Da'Costa!"
I recognized the voice. It was my company officer , Walters. James Walters.
I looked up at him standing in front of the supply room from my seat in the JROTC classroom.
He motioned for me to come to him so I got up and followed him into the supply room .
"You need your uniform right?" He asked.
I nodded.
"OK. What size?"
I shrugged.
"I don't know my size in men."
He chuckled.
"You know they have women , too."
"Well, then medium."
"Alright." He said searching through the green army uniform trousers .
Finally , he pulled a pair out and gave them to me.
"Here," he said. "These should fit."
I went to the bathroom and tried them on. Yup, he was right. They fit me perfectly. I walked back into the supply room to find him gone so I left and sat back down.
Throughout the period, Sara and I just conversed about her and Vontae.
"You guys need to go out already." I said.
"I mean everyone is up my ass about him being a junior and me being a freshman." She replied.
"Bitch, no one gives a fuck. The only reason why those girls are telling you not to fuck with him is because they want him. Ignore them. They ain't shit."
She laughed.
"You're crazy."
"I know. But foreal , y'all need to go out."
"He wants to make it official at the homecoming dance."
"What the fuck. What kind of shit is that?"
"Can you please quit cussing?"
I flipped my hair and popped my gum.
"Sorry bitch."
We continued talking and I explained to her that I might not be able to make it to homecoming, but that I'd try. She showed me her and Vontae's multiple conversations on Kik. Endless scrolling. Up and down , filled with "I love you" and "I love you more" and "baby" this "baby" that. Totally disgusting if you asked me.
Finally the bell rung and I took off to my second period class, algebra. Then that bell rung and I moved to my third period class, Spanish. And hour worth of "me gusta" and "no me gusta". The most annoying shit ever. And although I'm supposed to know Spanish considering the fact that I am Spanish, I still find this class the hardest. So much to learn and remember.
Finally, lunch time comes around and I'm making my way down the steps and through the double doors.
And as I walked out, I saw some shit I wouldn't dare to see.
Wesley and his new bitch, Giselle.
Yup, I find this the hardest thing for any "ex" to see. Your leftovers rubbing his saliva against another girl's tongue. Mmhmm. Wesley and Giselle making out right in front of me. It wasn't hard to walk away, but it sure was to not think about it. I guess I let it bother me too much because my two best friends, Miranda and Mabel, didn't sit with me at lunch. And the only time they did that was when they knew I wasn't feeling like myself so their solution to that was to always just leave me alone.
Of course, Wesley stared at me at lunch,but I paid him no mind. He didn't say anything , he didn't do anything exactly. Just stared. And he kept doing it for as long as I tried to ignore him. I knew why he was doing it. He knew each and every way to annoy me, to break me. I wasn't letting him get the best of me though. I ate and laughed and talked and got up and sat down. I didn't look at him once. The bell rung and as everyone got up in the lunchroom to leave, he stayed in his seat. And stared. I walked past him and I made sure I strutted, too. Show him what he lost and can't get back even if he were to get on his knees and plead. And of course as I strutted, he stared. I gave him the finger as I left and felt proud that I strutted my way out of that fucking cafe in heels. Oh yes, my hot pink mini dress and my black pumps couldn't even compete with any other bitch who thought she was the shit that day. Because I was the shit that day. I strutted and strutted. I blew kisses to boys in which I didn't even fuck with. I winked at girls and I strutted right past my ex and his new bitch, Giselle. She's a bitch whether or not she's dating my ex. But I don't say anything , I just strut. And throughout that day, I worked my way around the school and prepared to take my sexy pumps off and change into my drill shoes.
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I still felt bad as fuck with my mini dress and my drill shoes on. I had been sitting in the JROTC classroom for about 30 minutes at the least before James walked in.
"Wassup Da'Costa." He said.
I smiled.
"Hey."
Mendes walked in right behind him and I knew it was about time to fall in.
So I went ahead and placed myself in 1st squad leader position.
Everyone else came a little later than Mendes and they all falled in.
The drill sergeants led us outside and taught us the basics. Attention, right face, left face, about face, present arms ,order arms , and the resting movements. Once finished and exhausted, we were led back inside to leave .
Wesley text me while I waited.
Hey.
What.
Why are you so mad
I'm not mad first of all.
Well idek what I did but ok
You can stop txting me now
I can if u stop txting.. Duhh
Fuck you
Bruhh chill out
Fuck you and quit txting my fucking phone
Bitch. Wesley is such a bitch.
