Gay Is The Way: The Ghetto

Chapter Three

*Qianna's POV*

I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!

"What you mean I'm failing!? I do all my work in all my classes!"

"The classes that you decide to go to," my guidance counselor stated. "You skip classes every day Qianna. You cant expect a good grade when you barely come to class."

"But. I. Do. My. Work. Regardless!" I clap my hands to every word I said and she frowns.

"I would need to speak to your parents about this," she says. She takes a sticky note and scribbles on it. "Tell your parents to email me or give me a call as soon as they can."

She hands me the paper and I snatch it out of her hand. I stand and storm out of her office; making sure I slam her door.

This bitch got me fucked up and thats on my life. Shit like this make me wanna drop out right now and become a stripper like my aunts. Might even come up with our own business.

But of course there's my parents. I swear If it was up to me, I wouldn't even show my face in this bitch EVER. I fucking hate everyone in here.

Except for Kate of course.

I give her a quick text to let her know I'm skipping third period and heading to the foot ball field. I can't sit in class and pretend to know whats going on. Thats dead as fuck.

I would rather keep skipping and copy off of Kate. She smarter than me anyway and I can pass as long as she does.

I run down the stairs and burst through the double doors. I quickly dash across the baseball field and slip through the gate; making my way to the bleachers.

I approach the bleachers and look all the way up to the top.

Some bitch is already there.

I decide not to trip. I'm by myself this time around, might as well enjoy myself. Be petty and start a conversation just to amuse myself. I climb towards her.

She wore dark shades and had on a black sports bra on. Her black basketball shorts matches with her black and white Jordan's. I sit down next to her.

"You new?" I ask, staring at her. I've never seen her a day in my life. Unless she one of them special kids in the basement.

"Do I look new?" she asks. She then looks at me and I stare back.

"I dont know who you getting smart with but-"

"Chill, shawty," she said holding up her hand. "It was just a question."

"Oh ight," I said and she laughs. "I've never seen you out here thats why I asked."

"Yeah..." She said, looking at the field. "I barely come to this lame ass school. I dont fucks with no one here. I would shoot up this whole fucking school and I'm dead ass."

"Nah not with me in it," I said. "Do that shit on The weekend."

She Snickers. Her hand goes inside her pocket and she pulls out.....

"Is that weed?" I ask. I bet I sound lame as fuck but I never saw it up close before.

Bruh I sound lame as fuck.

She laughs. "Yeah. I smoke every now and then to keep me sane."

Sane? This bitch is crazy. I watch as she leans back and blows the smoke from her mouth. Her eyes are closed and I watch as they slowly open back up.

"That must be some real good shit," I said lamely.

She turns her head towards me and our eyes lock. I dont speak and neither does she.

The bell rings and I pull my phone out of my pocket. Three texts came in from three different people: one from Kat and the others....

I open one of them: "Bring your ass back to my house after school"

I close that one and open the other one: "tonight 9:30 💦"

I close my phone and stand up. "I got to go. Bye."

Without looking back, I walk towards the school. Walking through the halls I leave out another door, cut through parking lots and onto the main road to my house.

I need time to get myself ready