Wanting What I Can't Have // Rihanna & Nicki Minaj

CHAPTER xix

Robyn's POV

I can't believe Onika convinced me to come to this fucking hell hole again. There's never anything interesting going on here, and honestly I'd rather be asleep or watching tv or... Well asleep. I don't even need to know this shit, I won't be using it after I graduate.

"The capitalist economy is based on supply and demand. Sorta like you demand I bump your failing grades to A's and I supply you with a 'fuck no,'" one of my favorite teachers Mr. Watson said, making everyone laugh.

"And don't go snitching to your parents that I said that either," he took a sip from his coffee mug, "I'm tired of having parent teacher conferences with all y'all stiff ass parents who can't take a damn joke."

I chuckled softly but still kept my head on the desk. I mean he wasn't saying anything that he wouldn't put on the review and the review was almost identical to the test.

He lectured a bit more but a few minutes later he turned down the lights and started up some boring video from the 90s on economics. And just as I closed my eyes I heard the door to the classroom open.

"We're looking for a Robyn Fenty-Carter," a gruff voice said.

"Leave me da fuck alone, I'm busy," I grumbled keeping my head down even as I heard the heavy footsteps approaching the back where my desk was.

"Robyn Fenty-Carter you are under the arrest for the assault of Bryson Tiller, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law..." he recited almost robotically as he placed the cold cuffs too tightly on my wrists and yanked me from my seat.

"Aye get da fuck off me! Mi pops pay ya fuckin salary ya fuckin pig," I yelled, attempting to get out of his grip.

His partner opened the door as they pulled me out into the hallway, a few students who were out during class saw the spectacle and snapped pictures which pissed me the fuck off.

"Let mi da fuck go!"

"Ma'am calm down I don't want to have to restrain you!"

"Nigga restrain dese nuts, I didn't do anything da lil bitch ain't deserve," I said as they threw me in the back of the police car.

I kicked the back of the seats and the metal partition that separated the front seat from the back seat. I was starting to feel claustrophobic and being in the cuffs was freaking me out. On top of that I knew I'd get shit from Cole and Onika.

I wanted to cry, I felt defeated. I couldn't do shit right like control my anger. No. I always have to express everything I feel and this is the fifth time its landed me in the back of a squad car.

I sighed heavily finally stopping and slumping against the seat.

"You okay back there, Carter?" the black one who handcuffed me asked as he sat in the passenger seat.

"Shut da fuck up talkin to mi ya fuckin monkey," I growled.

"You need to watch your mouth!" the white one driving yelled, finally saying something.

"Ya need to watch ya fuckin waistline an' stop eatin all dem fuckin donuts den maybe ya could see ya small ass dick. Don't tell me what da fuck I need to do."

"Carl, that's Jay Carter's daughter... Watch it," I heard the black one attempt to whisper.

He just nodded, clenching his jaw. They weren't going to lay a finger on my pretty little head no matter how resistant I was. My dad did too much for this place for the very fact that cops were crooked little motherfuckers and a few checks every now and then kept them at bay. Granted at the time I thought it was just because I racked up a lot of legal problems myself not knowing that he too was dipping his hands in places they shouldn't be.