Swing My Way: Freshmen year

CHAPTER 10: OLD FRIENDS & OLD ENIMIES

It's been a week since anybody has seen De'Angelo at school. Just as Mr. Johnson was going over his lesson plan ,he had an visitor. It was an A.P. Jada turned around to talk to Clayko and Jacolby ." Man , this shit stupid as hell. Why does learning about what niggas did in the past have to do with today, besides the fact these are the reasons things are how they are today. That's it! " Clayko vented. Mr. Johnson walked back in." ........... Um class its been brought to my attention that one of our fellow classmates have ummm past away........ a couple of weeks ago." Jacolby and Clayko already knew. Majority of the classroom began to tear up even Mr. Johnson, who had strolled over to his desk and layed his head down.

JACOLBY'S POV-

Even though I already knew, it still felt like when I had cut that corner to get back to the car. I could fell tears formulate slowly and surely, I came to the conclusion that one of my first friend. But.... At the same time, this so called " friend " had something to do with me and my bro getting robbed.

I looked at Jada who was crying, so I went to comfort her.
I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me. " Its okay." That's all I could say to her. She looked up at me, " I know I just got too much going on right now. I hate life, myself, everything. Now I lost a friend on top of that. I just wish I could disappear or die or something."

I put my finger under chin then pushed it up, so she could look me in my eyes. " Look, you are one of the most beautiful girl I've seen at this school since I been here. You have people that love you, shit I barely know and I love you. I mean as a friend or whatever , I mean its up to you . I mean never mind thats besides the damn point. Basically you have people who have your back and have faith in you. One of them being me. " She smirked. " Well, you still wouldn't understand. " Yea right. " Oh really try me. Tell me ." She looked as if she wanted to tell me and right when she opened her mouth, the bell rung. Damn almost had her. Everybody packed up.
Eight hours later me and Clayko noticed a u-haul truck pulling up across the street. It was a new family with two sons, they looked older than us. One darker than the other, and the other had long hair.

One called over. " Clayko is that you bruh. " We both looked over ready for something to pop off. " Wait this better not be Tyriek and Memphis." They began to walk towards each other . I'm still lost. " So you niggas back for good ?" Memphis laughed while giving him a handshake. " Hell Yea for good now." He gave me a handshake. " Wats good wit'cha partna." I replied, " Nun much just chilling....." Clayko interrupted. " This here is my bro Makaveli a.k.a. Mak10, but he prefers Mak." I laughed. " I like that Mak10, well this my brother Tyriek and I'm Memphis. Aye Clay, wat you been up too ?"

He got up off the ramp we was leaning on , " Teaching this nigga bout the streets. He pretty good so far. "Cool ."

Memphis and Clayko walked off and talked about something while me and Tyriek talked. " Aight man, see y'all tomorrow."