Layla POV
I made my way into Ridgewell High, moving through all the crowds of people until I got to my locker.
I wasn't very popular here. I had a few friends but a lot of people didn't like me because of my mother. Some claim that my mother is the reason that their mother and father are not together. I couldn't be mad at them though because it was probably true. I hated the reputation my mother held. I always get associated with her rep and it makes my life ten times harder.
"Wassup Lay?" my friend Dre said walking up to me and hugging me.
"Wassup? Where Kira?" I asked looking around.
Kira was my best friend. Her and Dre been together since they were in the ninth grade so in a way he was also my best friend too.
"Ion know where he crazy ass at. Where ever it is, is where she need to stay." he said, clearly angry.
"Damn, what happened now Dre? Y'all was just cool yesterday."
"She crazy man. On life she got some issues that need to be worked out wit a therapist. She got mad at me cuz some girl said hi to me. I didn't even say hi back!"
"Well, you know how Kira is. Just give her time to chill out." I suggested, grabbing my government book out my locker.
"Nah, I'm tired of her. I think we need a break." he said looking away.
"We need a what? We been together for two and a half years and you want a break. I hate you!" Kira said causing both of us to turn around.
"Kira bruh, chill out." Dre said getting mad all over again.
"Nah, fuck you Dre."
Kira walked away leaving Dre standing there with a few people watching him.
"Fuck y'all looking at?" Dre yelled causing everybody to look away.
"Aye, go talk to ya girl. Ima get to class." I said closing my locker.
"Aight, see you later sis." he said walking away to go find Kira.
I sighed and started walking down the hallway to my government class. I earned a few stares and names but I just ignored it. As long as nobody put they hands on me I was cool.
Walking into government class, I made my way to the back where I usually sat. There were a few empty desk around me because everybody sat away from me. I wasn't well liked in this class.
A few minutes later the class started to fill up. As usual, everybody took their seats up in the front leaving me in the back by myself.
The bell rang a minute later and Mr. Walsh began class. With history being my favorite subject, government came easy to me. I had the highest grade in the class. Whenever it came to projects everybody wanted to work with me. Of course I said no. The fuck do I look like working with any of them niggas when they using me so they could get a good grade? Bye Felecia.
In the middle of Mr. Walsh's lecture about the twenty seven amendments a new face walked into the classroom. By the way that he dressed I could tell that he wasn't from around here. His hair was in two french braids and he had on high socks. He looked a little different but oh well. Who was I to judge?
There were a couple snickers and laughs from my classmates as he made his way closer to the teachers desk.
"Yes sir, may I help you?" Mr. Walsh asked setting his chalk down.
"I'm new here. My schedule say I'm supposed to be here." the boy replied handing him his schedule.
"Let me take a look here." Mr. Walsh said looking down at the boys schedule.
