Behind the Music.

Chapter 12

Daddy in the MM. 😍😭

Reagan's POV.

"Kay don't even. I wasn't talking to anyone this weekend I was chilling with Jay. Next weekend we can have RayKay weekend." I explain to a pouty Kay as we sit in last period aka Calculus. Yari doesn't have last period with us sadly, but Kay and I needed this catch up time.

"You better not flake either Ray." I hold up my pinky and we cross our hearts before pinky promising. Childish? I think not.

"Alright class so here's the deal. Break starts on Wednesday at 3:25. I don't want to teach you material just for you to forget it over a period of 3 weeks so just try not to be loud. I need a mimosa." My teacher Ms. Medrano says as she reaches in her desk for her glass of champagne. She's so damn real I love her 😂.

"That damn drunk right there so funny." Kay says lowkey and we both start cracking up. I take a peek at my phone and see my notifications blinging like shit. I check Instagram and see a whole bunch of congratulations comments and even a text from Reign.

BIG BRO 😛❤️🌎:
this is just the beginning. WE UP NEXT!💵

Ok what the fuck is going on? I look up at Kay and tell her to google my name so I can know what's going on. I lean over her shoulder as she types in R and I'm the #1 trending search in the last 24 hours? #2 Jay Frazier. Pinch me cause this has to be a dream. I never thought I'd be up there with the big stars but this could just be the way I make my own name for myself.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a horrendous pig like screech come from what I call my right hand bitch. I scrunch my face up and look onto the small compact phone and it reads as follows:

           H&M calls out 1/2 of Hollywood's
             IT couple and teen fashion icon
            'Reagan Fox' to create his own
        collection set to release as early as
      Spring 2016,making him the first ever
           teenager to bag this high sought               
                          collaboration!

"YO WHAT THE FUCK!" I scream out loud not even caring about the weird looks I get from the other students in the class. I can't even really put a name on my feelings right now it's just like an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. I could always dress fashionably though so I'm just lightly salted over the fact that they just want to recognize me now that I'm somewhat relevant?

"Congrats are due I guess. Being a faggot gets you a lot these days." I look up to see one of the boys in my class that I've never even cared to talk to. The fuck?

"Who the-"Kay starts.

"No Kay, I got this. Excuse me?" He chuckles and looks at motions his hands at his friends to start recording.

"Too much semen in your ears? Stay away from the cock parties." I look over to see the Ms. Medrano laid across the desk with her legs dangling off the side. Girl. I stand up, adjusting my jeans and get ready to defend myself. Oh, but I'm not going to hit him. That is if he doesn't get froggy and decide to jump.

"Let me tell you something. You're a fucking coward. Nothing more. Maybe something less. But I'm not going to let you distract me from what's mine. Thanks for making me realize that even people who don't like me are watching my every move. Maybe one day you'll stop either 1.Get off my jock, 2. Stop wearing Skechers and smelling like musk and potato salad, then MAYBE just MAYBE will you be able to become half the person I am." I spit with every bit of venom possible. I hate a fucking unstylish, childish, Rice Krispy smelling ass nigga that tries to fuck someone else's happiness up! I hate people that hate period but at least have some of your shit together first. I stare at him with his head down looking pitiful as expected. I chuckle lowly and grab Kay's hand leaving the classroom 5 minutes before the bell, not forgetting to bump Mr. Corn Chips on my way out.