Same Team

Ch.8- A Truce

Beyoncé's P.O.V.

I sat at my computer screen typing away aggressively at an email I had to send to a parent over discipline for a sophomore in one of my Algebra 2 classes.

The one way to trigger me is to be too god damn grown and act like you don't have any god damn since. Onika may irk the hell out of me from time to time, or shit, all the time. But none the less she sits down and gets her shit done.

This little boy in my other class... All he does is raise his hand, ask stupid ass questions like "uhhh when's lunch?" like his damn ID isn't on his neck with the fucking schedule on it, make childish ass fart noises like he's a piece of shit ass third grader, and he won't shut the fuck up like he doesn't see me fucking talking, or didn't hear me say "Devon stop talking" the first sixteen times.

After Onika and I's phone call this morning I was just ready for one of these little kids to try me. And guess what the little shit did? Oh he really fucking tried me today.

I was walking down the isles, as any teacher would making sure they weren't cheating on the quiz I'd given them, which they were taking by the way because he wouldn't shut the hell up last week thus, earning them this. Minding my business I walked slowly up his row, past him, and for a moment I literally thought I was experiencing paranormal activity when I felt a tap on my ass.

But when I heard that punk ass little snickering...

I swear I have never turned around and snatched up a child so damn fast.

I grabbed the boy by the color of his shirt pulling him up out of his desk gritting in his face "you got allot of nerve playing with me little boy, bring your behind on." I refrained from cursing and drug his ass out into the hallway. I left him there too. I wasn't about to deal with him because if I did, I'd kill him. So I called my principal. He came and got the little fucktard and handled him for me.

I heard the door to my room open as I continued to type my email. I didn't bother to look up.

"You requested my presence..." I heard that snide voice.

It took me everything not to roll my eyes before I looked up to her.

She was pretty dressed down. She only wore sweatpants and a tank top with her hair up in a bun. It looked like she'd just been chilling all day.

I would've called her out on dresscode for her shirt, if it wasn't after school.

"Yes, I did. Come here."

She just leaned against the now closed door with her arms crossed.

"You can speak to me from here." she shrugged.

I balled my fist trying not to go off.

"Onika... I will ask you one more time to come here." I spoke calmly.

"Go ahead and ask." she nodded at me.

I sighed heavily before standing from my desk. I grabbed her paper as well before walking to her.

"Onika... I am honestly not in the mood at all today. Can we please just talk about this grade right now?" I held up the paper.

She took it from my hand carelessly looking at it for a second before she placed it down on the desk next to us.

"I'll make it up." she shrugged.

I sighed.

"I don't care about you making it up, I want to know why you even failed in the first place." I shook my head.

" Because I just failed... I didn't feel like taking it that day or something I just failed there is nothing more to it. Are you going to let me retake it or what?" she shrugged.