Young Dreamer

Young Dreamer << Four

^Christian Le'anne Carson^

I walked up to the school doors high as a kite. I had just smoked an eighth of Mary Jane in the parking lot, so I was feeling good as fuck. I was walking to sit on a nearby bench when I felt hands wrap around my waist. I nearly shitted a brick, I was so terrified. I turned around to see none other than Jordan himself. -.-

"Are you serious, Jordan? I almost had a damn heart attack!"

"My bad, ma." He laughed. "I just thought you liked surprises."

Surprises? Fuck surprises.

"You know, your REALLY ruining my high right now with your bitch ass surprises. Can you please let go of my waist?" I say trying to pry his hands off of me

"Ask me nicley or we'll walk into the school like this." He warned.

"Bitch, let me go! Get your fat ass hands off of me!" I yell still struggling to free his grip

"That wasn't so nice. Now was it. Ask me nicely and I'll let you go."

"I asked your bitch ass nicely the first time!" I shrieked.

"You do know that I'm much, much stronger than you and that if you don't ask me nicely, I'm not letting you go."

I sighed in defeat."Shit, guess were going in like this, 'cause I'm not about to kiss your ass."

"You curse alot, you know." He chuckled

"Fuck you," I spat as the bell rang.

Just like he promised, we walked the halls of the school with his hands around my waist and him talking shit in my ear about if I would have asked him nicely.

We took the long way and walked all the way around the school and back to our first class. I was getting side glares and dirty looks from random ass females as we walked around. And some basic ass birds started whispering shit as soon as they seen us together. I don't give a fuck. They can all kiss my ass, including King's basic ass.

"We made it here. Now can you let me go?" I ask with my hands folded up to my chest.

"Nah, you straight. Plus you still haven't asked me nicely." He says dragging me to a seat in the back of the classroom and sitting me in his lap.

I'm still not about to kiss his ass for him to let me go, so I guess we're sitting like this until further notice. I asked his bitch ass nicely the first time.

As the day went by I still hadn't asked his version of nice, so everytime we didn't have a class together, he'd let me go, but would be waiting at the door for me. I tried getting mixed up in the crowds to avoid him, because I'm really short, but it didn't work because most of our classes are together anyway. Now here we were at lunch and I had to be King's little pet and sit in his lap while he talked to a bunch of his bitch ass friends as they all ate lunch from Burger King, while I was supposed to be getting high in my car right now. I was BEYOND pissed.

"Want some?" He asked waving a fry in my face. I slapped that bitch out of his hand and sighed extra loud for emphasis, placing my hands under my chin.

"You mean to tell me, y'all been like this all day?" Davion asked. He's the only one I knew out of this group of friends he had.

I ignored his question, because, what the fuck did it look like?

"Jordan, can you please let me go." I ask with every bit of courage I could muster up.

"Nah," he says stuffing two fries in his mouth.

"What the fuck?! I asked you nicely! Let me go!" I yell

"No."

"Why!?" I shreik.