Courtney P.O.V.
My name is Courtney Deonte Walker. I'm tall, got good hair, caramel skin, tatted, and all the hoes want me. I'm a senior at WHHS (Washington Heights High School) but college really ain't for me. I told my mom I would go for her but the more I look at it I want to own my own barbershop and record label. Yeah a nigga got dreams. This street life always gone be here but I won't. I want to look at my life and be like I fuckin made it. I mean the streets is all I know. My mom got money so there for I automatically have money.
I spend the money she gives me but the money I make out in the streets I put that shit away. I plan on moving out and buying a house of my own. My mom is my world, she is my everything. My dad walked out on us when I was 3. I heard them arguing one night and he left. My mom sold the house and went back to school. When she graduated she went right to work and made all types of money.
I got hoes coming at me from left and right. I haven't found the right girl yet. I would really give up all the hoes for one, that one special girl. She gotta be bad tho. I can't have no weak basic bitch as my girl need to be on point at all times. I'm gone treat he like my queen, but for now hoes will do.
It's the last day of school and my home boy Vonte throwing this huge summer party. I'm going to bring one of my hoes with me. Currently Bianca was one of the baddest hoes around. She isn't black so she don't get to claim the title wifey. I ain't got nothing against Latina's but I want a black girl to spend my days with. I pull up to school in my Range and Bianca was waiting on me as usual. She was starting to catch feelings and shit. That can't happen this is strictly business.
"Hey papi"
"wassup"
"you look like you not happy to see me"
"I'm not"
"Why baby"
"because you catchin feelings. I'm not ya bae, ya baby, or ya boo. I don't know what you think this is but you ain't wifey"
She stormed off and I guess she was mad. Oh fucking well. I walked into class and sat down in the back in the corner waiting on all my niggas to show up to class. Unlike them I make good grades I am graduating with a 4.0. This girl walk in and take a seat on the other side of the room. She always quiet don't say nothing unless she with her friends. That's the only time I see her talking. She real cute but she and she could dress. I never really noticed her because her ass was so quiet, this was the only class I had with her. I think her name was Italy or some shit like that. She was 5'4, milk chocolate, and thick. Her hair was shoulder length and brown. She was fine, maybe I can get with her a little bit.
Ivanna P.O.V.
My name is Ivanna Arielle Kingston (E-vaughn-a Are-e-elle). My mother and my best friend Faith are all I have. I don't know my dad and my mom says I don't want to know him. My mom and I don't have that much money. So I buy all my clothes. I work at Subway and I plan on attending cosmetology school when I graduate. I have enough money saved up to pay for everything I will need. We always pay our bills at the last minute because my mom's two jobs don't cut it sometimes. I give her some money sometimes when I know she needs it more than I do.
We have been through so much. I was raped two years ago by a man who I trusted, my uncle Slim. I thought he loved me and wouldn't let anybody hurt me. He is the reason today why I have trust issues. Every time a guy tries to talk to me I always blow them off. I want to be able to trust and love again.
It was the last day of school and it is the last day I will have to ride the city bus to this school. I would drive but my mom doesn't have enough money to do buy me one. I wore some acid washed high waisted distressed jeans, a tribal print crop top, my timberlands, one of those 90's windbreaker jackets, and a Celtics snap back. I spend my money on fabric and my best friend Faith can make anything. She has made most of my clothes because I can't afford too many on my budget. She makes hers too because we both have the same type of situation.
When I walk in to class I see Courtney sitting in his usual spot. This nigga here, owiee he was so FINE. I mean DAMN. He has too many hoes out to get with him. I wish he would notice me sometimes but whatever. When class was over I felt someone pull at my wrist. When I turned around it was none other than Courtney.
Courtney to the right. HE FINE AINT HE??!??!
