He's That Thug

♥ Chapter Three ♥ [Picture of Anthony]

"Okay, what the hell was that about?" Symone asked, stepping up to me. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"I gotta get home, I don't have time for this." I mutter, starting to walk down the hall and out the school. Symone was right behind me.

"No, tell me why the hell you think you need to act like a bitch all the time!" Symone growled, grabbing my arm and spinning around. "Because Anthony was only joking."

"My God, Symone, that was, like, hours ago." I grunted. "Just forget it."

I started walking again, Symone still next to me, grumbling things under her breath. I hated fighting and arguing with her. Whenever we fought, she ended up rolling her eyes and leaving, as if I wasn't even worth it. I get that enough at home. I sigh and look at her.

"You don't have to cry about it. Let's just leave it, okay?" I give her a small smile but she rolls her eyes and looks away. "It's not even that big a deal!"

"No, you just don't understand. Every single time someone says one wrong thing, you flip out. It doesn't even have to be serious," Symone was fuming. "They could be joking, and you don't give a fuck. Don't you get bored with bitching at everyone?"

She's overreacting. She's acting like a fucking violated his shit. I just told him to keep himself in check. What's the big deal? Symone's acting like she never went off on someone. Someone looks at her the wrong way, or says something to cross her and she's quick to throw her hands. She doesn't even think.

Last year during school, this girl in the lunchroom was talking shit. She said somethign about how Symone a thot or some dumb shit like that, and Symone blew up. She started throwing lunch tray's and throwing punches and just flipping the fuck out. That's just how we are. Why she wanna judge me now?

"Whatever, Symone." I roll my eyes and begin to walk away. This time, Symone didn't follow. She crossed the street and disappeared around the corner. SIghing, I make my way towards my house. I don't live too far from the school. Actually, I live about ten minutes away if I walk.

As I approached my house, I saw a car pull up infront of the house next door. I heard we had new neighbors. I guess this was them. I walked up the steps to my house and then sat down, waiting to see who my new neighbor was. The last one died in a car accident.

When I saw the mass of curly hair on the top of his head, and then I saw his face, I froze. Anthony? He's my neighbor? Just my luck. He slammed the door shut and then walked around to the back to open the door. A little girl, maybe around the age of six or seven, climbed out. She looked just like him. He slammed the door shut behind her and then took her tiny hand in his own. They began walking up towards theie porch when Anthony's eyes landed on me. The corners of his lips twitched.

He whispered something to the little girl (assumint it's his little sister) and she nodded. She ran into the house. He then turned around and began walking towards me. I rolled my eyes and stared at my feet as he approached.

"Wassup, ma?" He said, plopping down next to me.

"Nothing."

He laughed. "Ayo, we good?"

I smirked. "I'm good if you're good."

He stuck out his hand towards me. "I'm chill, ma."

I slapped his hand away and let out a soft chuckle. "SO, I guess we're neighbors now, yeah?"

Anthony shrugged. "Yeah, we are. But I already knew that."

I cocked my head to the side. "How?"