Nyla

Nyla POV

Later that morning, Nyla got dressed for school. She'd washed up in the cold shower because her mother had forgotten to pay the electric again. She used the sunlight to get dressed. She put on a big t shirt and an oversized sweater, she put on some sweatpants and some red converse Sloan had bought for her one day. She threw her hair into a sloppy bun and grabbed her worn book bag and walked to school. Nyla reached the school house around 8 as usual and sat on the front steps, waiting for Jules. Kids snickered as they walked by and girls whispered at her choice in clothing but it was nothing new. She'd stop caring about what everybody thought when her mother had come up to the school accusing her of stealing somemoney, nothing could get worse than that embarrassing moment.

"Yo J!!" Will, Jules friend said.

"There go Jules," other girls whispered.

Nyla didn't even have to look up to know her best friend had arrived.

"He is so fine!" another group of girls moaned.

Nyla rolled her eyes. Girls were so extra in her eyes. She'd been around Jules and Sloan enough to know how guys act and her mindset formed into theirs. Girls weren't shit, but quite frankly niggas weren't either. She didn't care about what girls around her age cared about, boys, fashion, hair, girly things. She cared about her education and getting out of Harlem.

"La La," Jules voice called her nickname.

She looked up to see him walking up on the school steps with a groupie named Tracy on his arm. She gave him a nod. She stood ready to walk to class alone, she hated when he had a groupie with him because she couldn't really talk to him with them clinging on to him and they hated her vice versa. She didn't understand how girls could see and know they were just flings and be okay with it. They were obviously just using Jules for popularity, and when she'd tell him that he wouldn't care so she stopped caring but it didn't stop it from being annoying. She couldn't even talk to him without a chick breathing down his neck. She could only imagine what high school would be like. "I'll get with you after class J," she warned when he was finally in step with her.

"What, why? I got to talk to you," he said.

"You know why," she said tilting her head towards Tracy.

"Forget her, what you got to tell me?" he asked with Tracy still clinging to his arm.

"I'll tell you later Jules," she said through her gritted pearly white teeth.

"Tell me now," he said getting in her face pushing Tracy off of him.

"Is she going to leave while I tell you or is she still going to be right here?" Nyla hissed back in his face.

"Why you give a care about her? She ain't nothing," he said back in her face.

"I don't want her knowing my business nigga! You know what, I'll talk to your funny lookin ass later," Nyla hissed before stomping off.

"Take that fuckin sweater off, I know you hot!" he yelled after her.

She threw up her middle finger and disappeared off into her first period classroom.

"What, you and Jules fighting again?" Will chuckled entering after her.

"Nah, he just being Jules," she said sitting in her seat.

"Yall niggas argue in each other face­ you know yall best friends, because I'd beat your ass you got in my face like that," he chuckled.

"And Jules would beat your ass if he heard you say that," she warned.

"Aye­ don't tell him I said that," he said serious now.
"I won't," she giggled at the fear in his voice.

"Oh, so you talking today?" Monica, another one of Jules flings asked.

Nyla rolled her eyes and waited for Mr. Nelson, their homeroom teacher to call her name for role. She never gave anyone at her school time of day. Just Will and Jules. Plenty girls had tried to befriend her to get to Jules yet she wouldn't talk back to any of them so they just labeled her "Jules mean best friend with the crackhead mother".

"Nyla Murray," Mr. Nelson said.

"Here!" she said raising her hand.

"Bitch," the girl muttered under her breath when she realized she wasn't getting a response.

Nyla smirked and sat up in her seat as the teacher prepared to teach. Learning new things was like a high for Nyla. She enjoyed it, deep down she knew it was because it was taking her closer and closer to moving out from under her mother and going away to college. She longed for the day to put her mother in rehab and go away to college. It was a dream of hers she'd longed for it to get fulfilled. ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­