I was walking down the busy hallway, one earphone in, blasting real music. I walked to the beat, pushing pass the nerds and fags.
Opening my locker, throwing all my shit in, I head to my boring ass Geometry class. There's no hot girls, and none of my friends are in there. I used to be in Algebra with my Homie Raoul but Mr. Huffman, hijo de puta, moved me up a level. I don't understand none of it.
Pinche Idiota
I swung the door open, late to class like always. I make my way down the aisle, when I notice a brown skinned girl sitting at my seat.
"Aye yo mami, this is my seat. "
She looked at me, shrugged her shoulders, continuing to do her work.
"Que chingados? Get the fuck out of my chair."
"Find a new place to sit. Mrs. Langford assigned me this seat, so if you mind please move." She said sitting her pencil down to give me her full attention.
Wow...Hermosa..
Her eyes were the color of a Hershey chocolate bar, her lips were so kissable and that smile-
"Umm is everything okay? Hello?" She giggled waving her hand infront of my face. I smacked it down.
What was I doing?
"I can already tell your going to be one of them annoying black girls, so don't talk to me-"
"Trust me, I feel the same way."
I rolled my eyes, finding me a new seat. This is going to be a long class.
