What. The. Fuuh?

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by imaprodijaay

by imaprodijaay

So y'all asses didn't wanna comment? Hmmph. Ion think y'all deserve this chapter t(-.-).....Lmfao jk jk. .Welp, let's get on with the story, niggies! -Friedchickeniqua

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P.O.V: Chresanto August

I silently curse to myself as I wake up. I have a major headache from last night. I get up an d take some Advil. When I go back into my room I go in my drawer and put on a purple cheetah-print shirt, black skinny jeans, my gold watch, and my black converse. (A/N: I know that outfit sounds ugly but I've seen him wear it before and it is soooooo sexyy. If you watch their Awsomeness Tv Episodes you should know what I'm talking bout.) After I get dressed I turn around and look in the mirror. " I look...Pretty damn good." I say winking at myself. I turn when I hear a voice coming from the door. "Can you NAHT? Lord!" It was Prehia's ugly ass. "Shut the fuck up, yo creepy ass!" shr glared at me before going downstairs.

Her ugly ahh

P.O.V: Harmony Brown

I take a breath before walking into the school. I didn't even wanna come today. I was super late. I was busy helping Izzy. He was throwing up everywhere. I can't believe him. Such a dumbass. When I step into the classroom there's total caos. People throwing paper balls around, people texting, and music playing. I walk in and take a seat. This shit is normal to me. This bay bay school can't afford any GOOD teachers. I dig in my bag and pull out my rusty earphones. I've had these for a while. I don't have enough money to buy new ones. I plug the earphones in and start blasting HiiiPower by Kendrick Lamar. I like REAL rappers. Not 2Chainz or any of that other shit. I like artists like Tupac, and Rae Malato (She's not famous yet, look her up on YT or sum.) I also listen to The Weeknd. His music keeps me sane-real shit. I turn around when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Chresanto. "What the fuck do you want!?" I snapped. He fucking disgusts me. All he does is party and get drunk. He's changed my brother. I will forever hate him for that. "How's Iz? He feelin' aight?" I feel like punching the shit outta this boy. Why the fuck do he care??? He didn't care last night! All he did was get his dope and leave. Didn't stay to help his friend or nothing! I glared at him "I DUNNO! MAYBE,IF U WOULDA CAME OVER TO HELP YOUR FRIEND YOU WOULD!!" I growled "Your an asswipe of a friend" I said before turning around. He had just pissed me off for the day. See, I got anger issues. I been tryin to control them but lately its been getting hard. I've had anger issuses since I was small. It got worse when I turned 12. That's when my mami left me and Iz. She was a prostitute. She would use the money to buy drugs and alcohol. We had to learn how to fend for ourselves. I got a job at age 14 and then met Craig. I fell in love with him. He's caring and loving. Always trying to help someone. Were complete opposites. Sometimes I wonder, why did Craig pick me? I mean, he's the happy, popular, football jock. Im the lonely, depressed, angry Hispanic girl. Ain't nothin special 'bout me. But I guess that's why I fell in love with him, he makes me feel special. I love that. I snap out of my thoughts when feel someone pinch me. Chre-San-To. I violently yank his arm away. "THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!! I SWEAR TO MOTHERFUCKING GOD, LAY ANOTHER CRUSTY FINGER ON ME AND THOSE NIGGA-NAPS ARE OUT! COMPRENDÈ?" I turn red when I see Chresanto laughing. "THE FUCK YOU LAFFIN'AHT?" I say with a heavy accent. He just laughs more. "Calm down! I-I just asked you a question! Why you so hype?" he says while laughing. Ion think this is funny at all. This shit will only lead him to gettin a fist upside his face. I shake my head and head towards the classroom door. I can't take this shit no more. Before I walk out the teacher wakes up and starts mumbling to himself. Crackhead. "Huh?" he rubs his eyes and starts speaking louder. "I forgot to tell y'all. Y'all 'spose to do a project. I gotsta pair y'all uhp." I roll my eyes and sit back down. "The projec' iz abowt gettin' tah know eachothas. Y'all gotsta get to know eachothas and make a chart. Then y'all gotsta find sum y'all both likes tah do and present iht in class. Iss due nex week. I'm bousta call da pairs out" his voice is so damn annoying. I wish he would've juss stayed sleep. "Jade and Mikey, Zhane and Deshawn, Niquana and Day Day, Betty and Sam, Bahja and Shaysaun, ( Who's really gives a fuck about the others?) and Hahrmony Brawn (misspelled on purpose) and Chres-sonta Awgusst" I jump out of my seat and run over to his desk. " No, no, no!!! Can I PLEASE change partners? I'd rather have Sammy!" I point to Sammy Dexter who is picking his nose. Ew. Nevermind. "I really need a different partner! I don't wanna be with that asscrack over there!" he shakes his nappy head. " Nopee. I awlready called yalls names out. No changes." He says while scratching his neck. "But-" "No Changez." I sigh and look over at Chresanto to see him smirking. " Wipe that smirk off yo gah damn face!" he rolls his eyes and I hand him a piece of paper. " Here's my number. I'm coming over to do the project TONIGHT. We gon get this over with." I turn around and walk away.

LIKE A BOSS.

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