Dangerously Involved

Chapter 1

*Alina Pov*

I walked down the hallway towards the screaming that was occurring. I dreaded every step that I took because I hated fights and confrontation of any sorts. The only reason i'm walking towards the two girls arguing is because my art class is like two doors down and it's my art class and I really want to finish the painting i'm doing of my brother kylan. I rolled my eyes as I listened to what the girls were arguing about.

"What the fuck you mean yall been messing around the whole time" One girl said with box braids down to her butt. She was pretty but the way she acting just makes her look bad. She turns to the dude who i'm guessing was her boyfriend. "You been hitting this and coming back to me hell nah she not even cute nigga" she yells pointing her finger in his face.

"I'm ugly bitch look at you with them nappy ass braids he up graded hoe" I looked at the other girl who spoke and realized it was the school hoe tynisha. I swear this girl always in some type of confrontation that's why I stick to myself and my school work I don't need friends when I'm about to graduate in 3 months thank the lord.

I got knocked out my train of thought when I heard a loud bang. I seen box braids slam tynisha into the lockers the girl stepped back and squared up with tynisha swinging at her left right. The girl could fight she was hitting all faces shots while tynisha was just windmilling I give the girl props for holding her own.

A few minutes after their fight the security guards rushed down the hallway and pushed through the crowd breaking the fight up. One of the teachers must of called them because teachers here know better then trying to break up a fight it never ends well. After the security guards cleared out the hallway I finally got to art class. I walked inside and seen that there was barely anyone in here.

The fight must of gotten them so excited that they all decided to skip typical drama at Westlin High School. I will never stoop so low to violence and never over a guy. I sat my things on my desk where I sit and pulled out my apron and the paints I needed. This school is like poison it's either be down or stay low. I stay low but to the teachers I'm like the star student. I get A's in all my classes which are all AP the only class that I take for me is art. Art is my escape, my escape from everything and everyone.

I mixed different paints to get the perfect brown for my brothers light brown skin tone. I'm painting a portrait of my brother kylan to hang on his side of the room. He's been begging me to draw him for the longest so I finally caved and drew him. My brother is my everything and when I get enough money that I've been saving from my two jobs, I'm getting both of us out of the hood and putting him in a better school so he don't have to go through what I've been through.

For the rest of the period I just painted the details of his face. As the bell ring I smiled to myself studying the picture it was almost done and all I had to do was small little details and the background then it was finished. Ill give it to him in a couple days. I rinsed out my paint brushes and put the materials I used back I smiled at the art teacher and grabbed my things and left out the school building.

I had a short walk home since I lived a couple blocks away from the school. I walked home and walked up the driveway to our small 2 bedroom house. When I got inside the kitchen there was about 6 dudes in here, some of them were cutting up dope and some where bagging while my brother was cooking the rest on the stove. I recognized a couple from my school. I shook my head and headed back to my room.

I hoped I would get past my moms room without having to interact with her but luck is never on my side. Her door swung open like she was waiting for me she stepped outside of her room in a robe smoking a cigarette which I like to call cancer sticks.

"where you going" she asked blowing smoke into my face. I stepped back not trying to get second hand cancer. "To my room where else" I asked her blankly.