Bad Girl

Chapter:4

My next class is Spanish which I hate but I have to take a foreign language in order to get my credits. Even though I'm hood I care about my grades because yeah I hustle but I'm saving for college also and my grades are really good I'm a 4.0 student so I might get a scholarship. I don't care what the fuck people think because I get good grades I mean getting bad ones aren't going to get me out the hood. I want to be a lawyer when I get older so I'm definitely focused on getting good grades that's why I never skip school.
Anyway another reason I hate Spanish class is because its a bunch of fake ass bitches. And I'm not about that shit. A bitch teeth will be knocked out before she can even talk shit I want these hoes to talk shit I've been fighting since I was seven and I know all the dirty ways of the street. So I came into class and sat in the second row middle column. Once I sat down the warning bell rung and everybody started coming in.
Jamisha ,the bitch, and her other little tramps came in. So let e start off by saying this; all these bitches is fake as fuck. They're the type of bitches that wear Nicki Minaj makeup,not that there's anything wrong with that I love me some Nicki,okay, weaves, booty shorts and crop tops. Like I don't judge people because of how they look I judge them upon how they act. Anyway let me get to the point why I don't like them. I don't like them because they said I had an STD and sucked dick for money which is not true and I had to go through a lot to get that off my name which is a whole other story. Jamisha and her crew walked to the back and sat down and started gossiping like always.
Then came Chris. Now let me tell you Chris is sooo fine not only that but he makes his own paper which of course I love. Chris and I are cool so of course he sat beside me.
*Picture of Chris on top*
"Wassup, Ma?" Chris say while sitting down.
"Ain't nothing much." I say with a smile.
"You working at the strip tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Ight I'ma slide by." He says smiling.
"Ight but I don't want the crumbled ones I like them in twenties, fifties and hundreds because when I work I work." I say half joking but smiling.
"Alright I see you!" He says laughing.
Damn Chris is so damn sexy when he laughs I just want to bite him. I lick my lips quickly while he regains his composure.
"What you been up to?" I ask curiously.
"Nun much you know me getting thus paper."
"Ight that's what I'm talking about."
"Yeah. So you know I'm throwin' a party right?"
"Nah." I say
"Well the real reason I wanna slide by the strip is to ask if you and some of your *cough* coworkers can come to my party because it's my homeboy, Dashuan's, birthday and we finna turn up. Ya know what I'm sayin'?"
I can't believe that this nigga wants me to strip at his homeboy party. That's like asking me to strip in front of the whole school which uh-uh isn't gonna happen.
"I don't know Chris. I don't want everybody knowing my side job."
"Come on, T." He begs
"Nah I'm straight but I bet you can still get some of my "coworkers" to slide by."
"Ight then..." He says
I see he's kinda pissed so I just start listening to the teacher.
Turns out we have a test that I forgot about but it's a good thing I make time to study every night.
After class I ask Chris if he's straight.
"Yeah I'm good I was just hoping you would say yes." He said
"Well I wouldn't mind sliding through if you  just asked me to come to the party like a normal person." I state
"Yeah ight I'll holla at ya." He said then walked away to go with his group of friends.
Well fuck him too.

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