Chapter 17: The start of a new year

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( Jay's P.O.V.)

I wake up and drag myself out of bed. I take a shower and do the hygiene stuff. I thrown on some tan skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, my jordan 5's , my chicago bull snapback, and i put in my machine head contacts. I go downstairs and get me something to eat. And leave the house.

The bus arrives and i hop on the bus. I sit with Promise. Wassup. I said. Hey. I like your contacts. Promise said .Thanks, which ones are you wearing? I asked. Just the white ones that cover in your whole eye. France wearing the all black ones. She said. Cool. I need those. I said.

We arrive at school and walk to the cafeteria and sit with Paris, Demetrius, and them. Wassup ya'll. I said. The sky. Paris said. Hey Promise. Paris said. Is today a half day? Deja asked. No. But i heard that we only get 4 periods now. Promise said. Really? Paris asked. Yea. I really want to go back home though. Promise said. I'm tired. Paris said. We can tell. You can see them bags. Demetrius said. Paris cuts her eyes at Demetrius. He right though. When you go to sleep? Khalil asked. Around 4:00. Paris said. Explains a lot. I said. Stop ganging up on her. Deja said. Yea. Demetrius said. Demetrius. Promise said. Yea? Demetrius asked. Shut up. Promise said.

Then the bell rings. Have fun. Deja said leaving with Tracy. This semester gonna be good. All my classes with Promise. We walk into Mrs.Harper's English class and go sit in the back. Promise sits next to me. Mrs. Harper walks in and introduce's herself and do what you do on the fist day of school.

( Lunch time/ Promise's P.O.V.)

The bell rung for lunch, everyone got out of Mrs.Lewis's class. I walked to the cafeteria with Jay and France. France did you take out your contacts? I asked Yea. Mrs. Franklin made me. France said. Oh. Well you have pretty eyes anyway. I said. Thanks. France smiled. I wish i had ya'll eyes. I said. Well, you have light brown eyes. That's pretty enough. Jay said. I smiled as we entered the lunch room there was a food fight.

Ooo. Let's join! Jay said picking up a burger and throwing it a fat girl. Jay. I said. What? This i what your suppose to do. Jay said. Grow up. Jay. France said. I looked over at our table and Erin was throwing food too and laughing. Wassup. with ya'll were in the 11th grade and ya'll wanna do this. I said. Well i'm not staying in here. France said walking back to the door. I follow after her and we just sat in the hallway. I pulled out a soda and a big bag of sour and onion chips. Wow Promise. I know you want to share. France said. Do you think I should cut this side of my hair? I asked handing France my chips. No. Your hair to pretty. And it's long . France said. Ok, i'll think about that. I said.

Paris came out with food all up in her hair. Ooo. Paris you ok? France asked. Help me get this out, please. Paris said. Ok. We said getting up and getting the food out her hair. I'ma do a double wash on my hair. Paris said. Yea. This nasty. I said. Ok, it's all out. France said sitting down eating my chips. Don't eat all of em. I said going to her and snatching them out her hand.

Jay comes out laughing. What's so funny? France asked. The food fight, ya'll missed the fun. Jay said licking his fingers. Eww. I ain't kissing you no more. I said. Awh, I love you too. Jay said walking towards me. No get away. Dirty butt. I said. He hugged me and kissed my cheeks. Ahhh. Nasty. I said. You got cleaning issues. France said. No, just don't like being dirty. I said. I push Jay away from me, Jay continues laughing. Stupid ass. Paris said. That's mean. Jay said.

I plug in my earphones and listen to drakes album (take care). Then the bell rings for 4th period. I get up and walk to Ms. Colemen's class. Jay finally got rid of the food on him. I saw Ms.Westbrooks walk pass us and went to the cafeteria. Wanna kiss me now? Jay asked. No, you stank. I said. No, i don't I cleaned myself. Jay said. Whatever. I said rolling my eyes. We entered Ms.Colemen's class and sat down in the back.

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