Family Hustle : "I Am My Brother's Keeper"

Chapter Twelve : "What a Hoe"

-Cynn

My first four periods of school came and went so fast, I couldn't be more thankful. I just wanted to go home. I hated school and I'm pretty sure high school won't be any better. The only thing that made me light up inside about school was Hakeem. Every time I saw him my body tingled. He was so fine, if he would make me his girl, Monica would lose her wig. Walking to fifth period I see Monica and her friends coming my way. I scan the hall quickly to find a way to dodge her. The girls bathroom! I run in and quickly lock myself into a stall. But, I should have known better because here they come cackling right behind me. "Girl Hakeem getting on my fucking nerves! " Monica said. "What he do bitch?" Lala asked. "He won't leave me alone about these pictures he saw in my phone with Derik." She replied. "Omg, what pictures?" Tisa said while fixing her bun in the mirror. "I done fucked around and didn't delete the pictures from that night I spent the night over his house, look bitch we was cute." Monica said while showing them pictures. "Damn, Monica you got two niggas! I need to get like you girl." Tisa says. "Fareal!" Lala adds in while giving Tisa a high five. "Nah yo that shit too much work, and it's weird cuz Hakeem's young so he stay worrying about who I'm with and what's in my phone, Derik on the other hand is a Junior and don't give a fuck bout who I'm talking to." Monica explains. "So wait Hakeem don't know at all?" Tisa questioned. "Hell no!" Monica giggled. "Don't you ladies have somewhere to be?" A hall monitor barges in , interrupting the gossip. "Dang, a girl can't piss in private no more? C'mon y'all" Monica walked out with her posey following behind. "Poor Hakeem" I say to myself exiting the stall.