"She stay bullshittin mane. Like bruh..." I heard him said. His friends laughed.
When I say "him" I mean Trevor; Trevor Jackson, then most popular guy in school. He hates me too. I really don't care, but he needs to learn that doing bad will get you nowhere. Cheating on tests, skipping school, cursing the teacher, and worst of all; bullying people. That's not cool, it's wrong.
I've never done a bad thing in my life. Everyone calls me a teachers pet because I always go back & tell them everything. That's why he hates me. I just want respect & you have to show it to get it.
"Mrs. Flowers!" I rose my hand. "Trevor is using foul language." He cut his eyes over at me.
"Snitch Bitch.." He spat.
"Principal's office, Mr. Jackson." She told him. He scuffed, grabbed his backpack & left.
"That's foul man!" His friend, Michael snapped.
"Would you like to join him, Mr. Love?" Mrs. Flowers asked. He mumbled under his breath & slouched down in his chair. Then the bell rang & everyone dashed out of the room.
Once I gathered all my things and left out of the classroom, I was jacked up. My mouth was covered & a large hand held a tight grip to my upper arm. I was shoved into a janitors closet. My breaths were unsteady as they towered over me, breathing into my neck. Then the light flicked on.
"Trevor!" I spat. He deeply chuckled.
"You ever heard the phrase; Snitches get stitches?" His deepened voice frightened me, causing me to gasp.
~~ This One Shot was requested by @_TrillestQueen_ ! Lemme know what you think , hope you like it 😁 (part 2 is coming..)
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Simmons - Jackson Fantasies
FantasyShort Stories/Imagines about Diggy and Russy Simmons & Trevor Jackson ! Enjoy ;) © 2016 All Rights Reserved