Lucky Number Seven: A Roc Royal Story

Chapter 4: Turn Up

(Thursday Morning)

-Roc's POV-

I see you working on your body, getting ready for summer

I just gotta new phone, and I lost your number

But I'mma get it, cause it's that important

Had to hit up your so called 'friends', man, them bitches annoying

I'm on the road, tell me what you're doing

I got that O-love for you, don't let it ruin

How about you come see LA, like a Bruin

Focus on what we got going, not what everybody else doing

Friday, friday, party like its your birthday

They on the same thing and we changed up, they thirsty

Drop the top, California never rains

I feel your love and pain is crazy babe

I put my pencil down to think. Someone knocked on the door, interrupting me.I opened it, and immediately Cayla and she immediately jumped on me. She been so clingy lately man. After we finished making out I grabbed my backpack and my keys and walked out with her. 

Cayla was talking to me the whole ride there but I was too busy thinking about what happened with Craig. When coach announced that I got MVP, he looked at my like I killed his mom or some shit. He stormed off before I could even say anything to him. I feel bad, even though he has no reason to be mad at me. That's my nigga. We got to school and me and Cayla parted ways. I got to English on time, for once. We had a substitute who wasn't doing shit with us so I continued writing raps down in my notepad.

Time is ticking for you lab-rats

And I'm a chemist with this mental, this is not rap

Bitch, I don't even laugh

Bitch, you can miss me with that gavel-jab

All you judge jury niggas just a fake act

I'm somewhere getting my stage on

Black super shades on

Hey y'all, aye y'all

Someone turn they swag on

I'm off the wrong road

So don't follow me home

You gotta learn how to walk on your own

I looked up and saw Craig walk past the door. I quickly asked the teacher if I could use the bathroom and went out there. He was walking not that far ahead of me. "Aye, Craig" He turned around. Once he saw me he scoffed and kept walking. "Craig." "Nigga what do you want." he said not turning around. "Come on you my boy it's not my fault." He stopped and punched the locker hard as shit. He must be real mad. "FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH THAT MAN! YOU ALWAYS GOT EVERYTHING I WANT. YOU GOT THE POPULARITY I WANT YOU GOT THE TALENT I WANT YOU GOT THE GIRL I WANT." he paused and then smiled a little bit. "Never mind, I almost forgot you're girl is my bitch." Oh hell no, the fuck is he talking about. "Nigga what?" "I said, you needa keep an eye on your girl, maybe she'll stop going down for the whole team." He said smirking. I clenched my fists. "What you mad cause you know it's true?" he asked. Maybe I am. All I know is I'm boutta beat this nigga ass. I was seeing red. I socked him in the cheek and swung and hit me in the eye. After that we was straight up wrestling. It seemed like a long time we was fighting before Prince finally pulled me away. I ain't even wanna deal with the principal right now. I left school before I could get in any trouble and headed home.