[Friday]
4 days after starting this school, its been pretty easy. I mind my own business, and everything. Things have been working out. Also, i get my paycheck today, so you know im feelin good. Chresanto has been lookin at me a lot, but says little things, trying to spark a little convo, and my nickname he gave me. Today though, he was dressed right, not like he never does. khaki colored cargos, an Atlanta Falcon’s beanie, a black & white Trukfit shirt, and Kilroy 9’s... His baby curls stuck out in the front of his hat. I can tell he had some hispanic in him. But anyways, after class as i was about to walk out, i felt someone gently touch my elbow. I looked down at it first with disgust on my face, then up at the person touching me
Laneya: I thought i told you not to touch me!
He backed off, and i continued to walk. I thought he was just going to give up. But nope. He followed me to my locker
Laneya: Do you mind?! Damn!
I slammed my locker shut, and tried walking away, but he held me back
Chresanto: Look, i been tryin to get your attention since your first day. Im the only one here trying to talk to you. Why wont you t---
Laneya: I dont know who you comin at talkin bout, “Look”, first of all. Second of all, I dont see myself looking for anyone to talk to anyways. Third of all, you took it apon yourself to talk to me. I didnt ask for your presence.
[CHRESANTO POV]
Chresanto: Fuck you gotta be so damn harsh for? Im only tryin to be your friend
Laneya: Im good. Now if you’ll excuse me...
Chresanto: No, i wont excuse you. Now back to i was saying before i was rudely cut off, Why wont you talk to me? Whats wrong with me? I aint tryin to get in your pants like most of the dogs here. Got damn
Laneya: I aint checkin for no friends. Im here to get my education, and thats it.
She pushed past me, stepping right on my sneaker. Oh fuck no
Chresanto: KEEP ACTIN LIKE THAT, WATCH YOUR ASS GET ROCKED BY THESE GIRLS! WALKIN AROUND LIKE YO SHIT DONT STANK WILL GET YOU FUCKED UP!
Laneya: Shut the fuck up, boy...
Chresanto: I WAS JUST TRYIN TO MAKE FRIENDS WITH YOUR ANTISOCIAL ASS!
People around was now listening. She turned around and came back for me, slapping me right in the face. I was hotter than before now
Laneya: Im not antisocial. Everyone has a reason for why they act the way they do. Dont you ever talk to me like that again!
My 6’3’’ tall ass hovered over her little body, as she looked up at me. We were both mad as shit, and to me... She was still cute, even though she pissed me off
Chresanto: You so lucky you a girl & that my momma raised me better than to put my hands on a female
I walked off mad as shit. When i turned the corner and went out to the side door near the parking lot, i saw the boys standing next to my blue 2013 Lexus LS 460. I hit the unlockbutton on my keys, letting them in. Once i hopped in, they could tell i was pissed by the way i slammed the door shut
Craig: Sup with you?
Chresanto: She stepped on my fuckin Kilroys... And slapped me. Fuck the slap, she stepped on my Kilroy’s!!!
They were one of my favorites
Ray: Dawg, you bitchin bout some sneakers when you can just buy another pair. She slapped you!!
Chresanto: i dont care about the slap! My fuckin sneakers!
Jake: Nigga, just go to the mall & you can get another pair
Chresanto: My dad works hard for that money... Not for me to just waste it.
Ray: He gave you a credit card for a reason
Chresanto: True... Ughhh that ruined my mood
Craig: So you still feelin her?
Chresanto: Yeah
