Sasha's POV
As I stood at the front of the class of my new school while the principal and I'm assuming my first block teacher was talking I scanned the room. My eyes fell upon these two studs sitting in the far back corner of the class room. As I look at them the one with the low cut was whispering something to her friend which caused her to look up and as soon as she looked up she caught me looking at her and wink. I immediately turned away because ik my face was turning red from embarrassment. When the principal was done talking to my teacher she left and he approached me. " Hello. My name is Mr.Jones I'm your World History 2 teacher." He said with a warm smile and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you I'm Sasha Templeton. " I said returning the gesture. He gave me the papers I need for his class and told me I could pick to sit where ever I like . I scanned the room looking for seats and as I did I got a couple "sit by me" and "dam ma you cute asab" from the boys and mugs from the girls right when I was about to just sit at the front I heard a soft voice say "here's a seat" as I turned around ir was the stud with the ponytail she had pulled out the empty seat next to her. I made my way to the back and took my seat. As class went on I really wasn't paying attention because I was to busy passing notes with the stud. I learned her name was Dymone but to call her Dy and she was 18 and a senior. Every once in awhile I would glance at her and hurry and look away when she'd look up as class ended the classroom became empty and I was getting ready to leave when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I looked back to only be face to face with Dymone. "Heey can I have your number? You know to hang sometimes?" She said stuffing her hands into her pockets. "Yeah sure lemme see your phone" as I put my number in I felt her eyes staring at me I put my number in and handed her phone back to her. "This better be your number to. Don't be trying to give me no fake numbers" she said looking over my number. As I walked out the classroom I stop and looked back at her " You won't know into you use it" and with that I disappear into the crowded halls.
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No Face No Trace
RomanceMy mother and father made me but the streets raised me. 18 year old Dymone (dia-mond) is coming to the end of her senior year at Lincoln high and is face with the decision of running the streets or bettering herself ,but the making up her mind won't...
