Love Crime - ASAP Rocky FanFic

Part Three

Again. I know its short but I will be updating more regularly! let me know what you think! please comment and like x 

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I watched him leave the office and close the door. What the fuck just happened? At least I knew this dicks name and how dare he put his number into my phone. Rakim. I was confused more than anything. I guess it was nice to have a contact other than my mom (no friends remember?) but a strangers? I decided to wander back to class I wanted to avoid principle alhurove at all costs or I would receive a thirty minute speech on why staying in school is important and not to be a dropout like my brother. I hated principle alhurove he was fat, greasy, he didn't give a shit about anyone at this school and I'm pretty sure he is fucking one if the dinner ladies.

As I wandered through the empty corridors I felt like I was finally alone. At home there was mom ranting about every little thing, at school the bullies and in my sleep the dreams, well, nightmares. The hallway was so quiet all I could hear we're faint shouts from a classroom and my footsteps echoing softly but apart from that it was silent. I approached my class and pushed the door. All heads turned to look at me. A boy, Brian, shouted  

"Was it the police to come and arrest you as well?" The class erupted with laughter. In a pathetic excuse to calm the class miss Miriam tapped her ruler on the desk. I gave him the finger and sat down. I continued the work I had left only to find words scribbled over it. 'Cunt' 'die bitch' 'physco' I sighed, ripped up the paper and started over. I tried not to show how I was relly feeling. That means they win and that is not an option.

The rest of the school day was awful as usual. I got more abuse and I found out I was failing most of my classes. Great! Moms going to be so pleased when I tell her I got a D in geometry. I try my hardest to study but things pop in my head and I just get distracted. I think I want to stay in school because that's what may told me to do. He didn't, he went around with his friends all day smoking weed, getting drunk and fucking broads. The usual.

I walked out the school gates and turned left to make my way to the courthouse. I should probably be at home studying but this is more important. Justice is more important. The sun had cooled down a bit since this morning but it was still a hot day. The clouds were moving quickly and the birds were chirping. Harlem was nice like this. I loved having this freedom, Nat loves this weather. My feet moved in front if each other rhythmically. Creating a beat on the concrete floor. I approached the courthouse and walked up the three small steps to the heavy doors. As I pushed it open I felt a breeze brush my cheeks. A fan has been put on to cool the building down. At the reception desk sat Linda. Linda was about 54 and had gray curly hair. She was the nicest person. My only friend. 

"Afternoon dear, here to see mr jerry?" 

"As always linda!" 

"Good luck sweetie" she always said that. She probably pitied me. She probably told her friends about the sad helpless girl who came every week knowing she would get nowhere. 'Silly girl she'll never get her brother out'

I walked along the corridor. The floor was marbled and I could feel the coolness through my shoes. The walls were decorated with Art Deco wallpaper that peeled at the edges. I stopped and turned to face a wooden door with 'Sergeant Jerry' painted on in gold. I was about to knock when I heard a voice  

"I wouldn't bother he's dealing with some punk, you wouldn't want to disturb them." the voice came from an old man with a funny moustache and he had a strong new york accent.  

"And you are?" my attitude showing through my tone.  

"Im Jerry's brother." he held out his hand, presumably for me to shake it. I rejected it. This is why I don't have friends.  

"well someones got an attitu-" before he could finish the door swung open and out came Jerry with, hang on, is that Rakim?  

"I don't want to have to see you again you hear me? Rakim shrugged. Jerry noticed me and sighed. 

"Oh for chrissake. your idiot brother is not coming out of that cell."  

"He didn't do it!" 

"listen go home you little bitch. Stop coming im not letting him out." I stood there for a second giving him the evils. Suddenly a new voice entered.  

"Hey don't speak to her like that." it was Rakim. I allowed myself a small smile.  

"whatever." Jerry walked off with his brother. I turned to face Rakim.  

"I just keep bumping into you don't I?" he laughed. 

"Are you okay? Jerry's a prick dont listen to him" 

"yeah im cool. I've been here so manh times. He's right though he's never coming out. 

"why don't i walk you home and you can tell me why your here?" 

"Sure" he smiled and I returned his friendly gesture.