Brent's POV
"Yooo, Shawty!"
When my Shawty didn't respond, I yelled it out even louder. "Yoooooo, AUBRY!"
About forty heads in the hall turned to look at me, and then Aubry, me with my arms spread out, looking at the little guy who was reorganizing his locker. His face was turning red as I reached him, flaunting the new pair of studded black jeans I got the other day.
"You like?" I hoisted up my purple striped shirt, admiring my waistline. "Don't you just love the studs?!"
"Can you keep it down?" Shawty hissed, looking around. "Everyone's staring at you."
"Oh, big fucking deal!" I lifted my shirt up, exposing my flat stomach for the world to see. "You like?"
People started hollering as I danced around the hall with my shirt lifted up, swaying my hips in circles and singing the greatest song in the history of the Gaga's. I galloped in a circle like I was at a rodeo, flailing my long legs around. I could see my Shawty blushing in the corner, hiding his head in his locker.
"I'm on the right, track, baby I was born this waaa- "
"Mr. Essery."
Oops.
"Oh, hi, Mr..." Brent, you dumbass, what's his name? You've had him for English two years in a row...name...name...
"Mr. Russell." He gave up, exhaling his coffee breath all over my freshly washed face.
"Right, right." I smiled innocently at him. "Hi there!"
Mr. Russell, with his beady blue eyes, stared down at me. "Brent, may I remind you that this is not a strip club. It is a school. And I expect that you will act appropriately in t- "
"STRIP CLUB!" Josh suddenly burst through the door, flinging off his shirt. "Yaaaa!"
I melted. Damn. Those abs.
"Josh!" Mr... Dammit. Mr. English Teacher ran towards Josh, who was fleeing for his life, yelling at him to stop or he'd give him detention.
"So, what are we doing this project on?" I asked Aubry, rearranging his bangs. "Stay still. You've got a little..."
Aubry slapped my hands away. I swear to God, he looked like a freaking tomato. "Stop it. We're doing the project on each other." Aubry pulled out a couple of loose papers, looking around at the hall that had suddenly dispersed at the sight of Mr. English Teacher. "Do you make a scene everywhere you go?"
"What, honey?"
"A scene." Aubry pointed out, pulling out a videocamera. "Wherever you go, you're just so...out there."
"Babe," I leaned down near Aubry's lips, as if I were going to kiss him. He flinched but didn't back away, that poor stack of pancakes. "I was born this way." I stared deep into his eyes, feeling his nervous stance. "And babe, I'll be myself. And if you don't like it..." I backed away from Aubry's lips and raised both my rhinestone studded middle fingers in the air, jumping back into the middle of the hall, swaying my hips. "GO FUCK YOUR MO-"
"BRENT ESSERY!"
"GottagoShawtyCALLMEbye!" I dashed off in the opposite direction and dashed away from my assistant principal, laughing all the way.
"Oh what fun, it is to ride in a ONE HORSE OPENED SLEIGH HEY!"
"It's not Christmas yet you dumbass!"
"SEE IF I CARE!" I lifted my beautiful middle fingers into the air and cackled to myself.
God, that short stack of pancakes looked like a tomato. Poor kid.
