I was going to school and all I saw was him standing at my locker. Smiling. I didn't know him. Or at least I didn't think so. He had this look to him. That was like I can get any girl. Shaking my head I walk over there to MY locker.
" Can you move?" I ask as sweetly
" This is your locker" he asks smirking
" Yes now move " I say just a little more rudely.
" Fine " he says slipping a sheet if paper in to my locker. I open it and out slips a paper on to the ground. I squat down and grab it. The note says~ text me baby and his number 723-120-9090. I put my stuff in my locker and walk out the school not planning to attend. I grab my phone and head phones. I add him to my phone and message him
( Messages between them )
Her- Don't call me baby
Him- But you're hot
Her- I know but don't call me that
Him- Can I call you Babe
Her- Will it shut you up?
Him- Yes babe it will
Her- Whatever wanna ditch with me?
Him- Sure where are you
Her- As of right now the football field.
Him- See you soon babe
I put my head phones in and the song Bad and Boujee comes on.
Rain drop. Drop top. Smoking on dope in hot box. Fucking on yo bitch she a Thot Thot Thot. Cookin up dope in the crock pot. * Pot*. I started singing. Till he came up behind me grabbing my hand. I pull away and take my head phones out.
