Blast From the Past

Tension in Detention

I was walking around the school lost or whatever when two nerds cross my path. "Hi," they both snort in unison. "I'm Isabella and this is my twin brother Conner, you're new here aren't you?" "Ummm, how do you know that?" I ask. "We make sure that we are up to date with the latest here at PCHS, we are the editor and directors of the school paper. You're looking at chief and co-chief of the PCHS Daily. I want to interview you next week about how your first week at PCHS was. Are you interested in any extracurricular activities?" "Uh, I don't think so. I think those days are over." I replied."Golly gee, why? I mean do you know what kind of scholarships are offered for extracurricular activities? I participate in most of the female sports myself." she rambles on and on about life and other shit I could really care less about, and her brother just stares. The whole time! If he isn't creepy I don't know who is, I need to get away from them, and quick.

I tell them that I need to use the restroom and rush into the first one I see, only to find out it's the guy's restroom. I turn to hurry out but I bump into someone. "Lost little miss?" he asks. "Um, No I was um looking for someone," I lied, not realizing what I said. "In the guys restroom? Really now? You were looking for someone? I might be a light skinned nigga, but I'm not a dumb one." he remarks. Yeah he was light skinned, and fine. About 6'5', caramel complexion, with long curly black hair. "Yeah, I really didn't think that through," I giggled. " "You're silly," he laughs, "What's your name? I'm Adrian." he introduces himself with a gorgeous smile. "Angelique, but my friends call me Angel," I smiled. "Well you've just made a new friend, let's get you out of here before you get in trouble Angel." he says grabbing my hand to walk me out of there. People love to grab me I thought to myself as we walked down the hallway.

"Sittin' in detention ann not paying attention ann teachers straight bitchin'ann niggas never listen. All up in detention with my niggas for some bullshit, teacher blamed us for a prank and we ain't even pull it. I got 3 hours in the hell hole of classroom, I'm gunna spazz soon, gotta use the bathroom!" Me and my nigga Jerome freestylin' in the detention room bored as fuck. We had Tammi on the beat and Jalisa was about to hit us up with a hook until the warden, aka Mr.Joyner, came strolling in looking mad as usual. "Shut up and sit down you hoodlums!" he booms at us. I being the bad ass I am had to speak up, "Mr.J, you need to chill your shit man. We ain't even do shit. Them preppy ass white boys pulled that stink bomb, we were just around the area where it was set off." I started to explain but KC cut me off, "And because we were laughing they sent us here." 

"Mr. J, my main man, my home cheese, my cup o' tea!" someone says walking in here like they the shit or something all loud and shit. "Zachary! My boy! What brings you in here?" Mr. Joyner asks all nicely and shit. But he hollers at us. Oh okay. "You know the usual, skipping, leaving school property, trespassing. All that. And it's the usual crew. Paul, Javier, Will, and myself." Zack says. WAIT! Did he just say Javier?! My prayers have been answered! I look over to Tammi who looks back at me with a knowing smirk on her face. They all enter the classroom and take their seats in the far corner of the back, where we were told not to sit. That's bullshit. He got us all at the front of the classroom and shit like we're bad kids.

There was a knock at the door and Mr. J got up to see who it was. "Mr.Adrian, doesn't surpirse me to see you in my classroom already. What kind of mischief have you gotten yourself into already?" He ponders. "I was just walking around, trying to help this young lady find her classroom, but Ms.Montgomery thought I was lying and swore up and down that Angel wasn't new. Her old ass. But long story short. We got wrote up for skipping." Adrian replies. Doesn't surprise me that he's with that bitch Angelique though. She always snakes her way into some nigga's view. I look over at Jerome because I felt eyes on me. And then he signals for me to check my phone.

J-Dog:  Dat da chick?

Me: Yup.

J-Dog: Aiight, I got yo bak cuhz