Bitch, I'm back!

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2: BACK TO SCHOOL

JORDAN P.O.V
I got enemies
Got alotta enemies
Got alotta people tryna drain me of my energy
Tryna take awaaaay from a nigga
Fucking with a kid and pray for you nigga..

I sat up in bed as my alarm clock boomed out Energy by Drake. Shit, i love this song. I hoped out of bed, excited for today. Yes, today is Monday morning and my first day back at Whittaker High School. Yeah shit's 'bout to pop off! As i got ready, i rapped along to Drake's song.

"..I got real shit popping with my family too
I gpt niggas that can never leave Canada too
I got two mortages, thirty million in total
I got niggas that are still try fucking me over
I got rap niggas that i got act like i like
But my acting days are over
FUCK THEM NIGGAS FOR LIFE!"

I practically yelled out as i finished putting on my shoes. I got up and looked in the mirror. I was wearing a black, ripped jean with a silver chain hanging off the side, a black jersey with a Piccachoo print on the front, a silver chain around my neck and a lighter pair of suede Caterpillars. I looked down at the ring on my finger. It was silver with a black ruby in the middle.

I remembered the first time i had received this ring. They told me i should NEVER take it off unless it was dark out. I shook my head.

No,Jordan.

You will not put yourself through this again, dude. Pull yourself together and get ready for school.

I repeated that over and over in my head as i brushed my teeth and put on my make-up, which only consisted of eye pencil and lip gloss by the way. I walked back over to the mirror and let down my hair. It tumbled down over my shoulders as i reached for my Last Kings beanie. I put it on before smirking at my reflection in the mirror. Today's gona be a good day. I grabbed my backpack then walked over towards the door. I pulled it open and jogged down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"I'm starving!" I exclaimed as i made my way into the kitchen. The moment i saw the pancakes, scrambled egg and bacon on the table, my stomach turned. I noticed that my dad was sitting and reading a newspaper while my mother was busy at the stove. Looks like Jake already left for school. My mother turned around with a smile.

"Well, good thing i made extras!" She exclaimed excitedly, gesturing towards the food. I didn't wana upset my mother so i put up my best act and sat down at the table. I wolfed down all the food as fast as i could before grabbing my backpack and heading for the door.

"Enjoy your day, kiddo!" I heard my dad yell from the kitchen as i walked out the front door.

"I definitely will." I muttered wickedly under my breath as i smirked. I walked towards the garage and pulled it open. I got on my motorcycle, actually putting the helmet on this time. If i was going to make an entrance, i might as well do it right.

I sped into the school parking lot fifteen minutes later. All the students looked like it was just another normal day of school from afar, but when i got closer, i had noticed that everyone was beginning to turn their attention to me.

The new chick riding the Ducatti Diavel.

Well, they were in for a surprise. I stopped in the parking lot and looked around for Brayden, still with my helmet on. She was nowhere to be seen and i just knew that she had overslept yet again. I wasn't going to make an entrance without my best friend. So i started my motorcycle up again and sped off out of the parking lot, leaving everyone dazed and confused.

I pulled up at my house again before jumping off of my motorcycle, throwing the helmet down. I jumped over the fence with ease, before jumping up on to the wall on the side of Brayden's house. I began to climb up with ease before flipping inside her bedroom window. I looked around. Her room was exactly the same as it was two years ago before I'd left. I looked over at the sleeping Brayden on her bed. God, how did i know?