Dangerous Curves (UNDER RECONSTRUCTION)

Chapter 1

Jolié POV

"...and the cash 3 midday numbers are 3.1.1, good luck for our contestants. Now, the young and the restless thanks for watching..."

I woke up to the loud volume of my mother's T.V and the worst headache of headache history. Last night was EPIC and now it was biting me in the ass. That damn, Paul Masson. I swiped the crust from around my orbs, gradually lifting my limb body to the edge of the bed. Lazily, turning to where my nightstand was located, I slapped my iPhone to check the time.

12:03pm

"Fuck!" I lividly thought out loud.

I was suppose to been at school 4 hours ago! I quickly rush to take a shower hoping I can wash this monkey that's happily banging a bat against my cranium away, but instead I took two aspirin. I've never been drunk before, a little tipsy, but never drunk and nobody ever told me "turning up" had a consequence. Before entering the shower, I decided to blast some music. Shit, I mean I'm already late. I might as well take my time.

"We be all night, in loveeeeeee!" I sang along with Beyoncé.

Then it dawn on me, where the hell was my mother? And why she didn't wake me knowing I had school ? After I was cleaned to my desire, I turned off the water and reached for my towel. Right as I stepped out, I faced my body mirror hanging on the door. I admire every curve that appear. Even though, I wasn't the skinniest I still love my body the way it was. Yes, there are some things that I don't like but I refuse to beat myself up about it, it's just SKIN!

"Ma?!" No answer
"Maaaaa?!!" I yelled while brushing my teeth, I shrugged and continued.

See that's the things I don't understand about my mom, why she couldn't just wake me? She doesn't leave for work until 11:30am? Instead, she chose to be nasty and didn't think to leave a note. I'm not even gone stress it.

Still blasting Beyoncé, I swayed to my closet. I looked left, right, up, down. I couldn't seem to find not a fabric to wear. At times I don't understand my woman mentality. I have all these clothes but can't find nothing to wear. So, I rapidly began throwing things together. I didn't want to waste to much time. When I finally came to a conclusion on what to wear, ( a bleached pair of high waisted jeans, a pink neon colored tank top, tan blazer, and a pair of neutral wedges ) I worked on the bird nest on top of my head. A messy bun was the only quick thing available. I don't wear make up so that was one less thing to worry about. Completing my process of getting ready I took one more look at myself, And grabbed my binder, purse, phone, and house keys, I exit my apartment complex while locking the door and was on my marry way.

Text message

Bambi: yo, where you at ? I know I aint get you THAT drunk?

Me: chill trick, I'm omw...and yes the tf you did.

Bambi: Lol oop my bad, and hurry I got some exclusive shit to tell you.

Me: ight bet

Since I missed the school bus, it's gonna take 2 public buses to get to my school. I'm use to them but I just can't stand the filthiness.
Finally, my stop was coming up, I hopped off. Thank God, this bus stop was a few steps away from my school.

"Miami Beach High School" I read as I began entering.

Heading to the main office, I made my way down the hallway like it was a runway. I waved to a couple of people and left it at that.

1:46pm

"Good afternoon , Ms. King!" Mrs. Torres, the office aide, greeted me.
"How you doing?" I said in the best Wendy Williams voice possible. She couldn't do nothing but laugh.
"I can't complain, what can I do for you today?" She said still smiling.
"I'm checking in" I stated.
"Oh mi dios, niña! I've would stay in my bed, mami."
"Better late than never" I grinned.
"I hear you, mami"
She clocked me in and handed me my pass to class.
"Thank you ma'am" I said grabbing the pass.
"Have a good day" she had such a heavy Spanish accent, that was so refreshing.

I crept into 6th period, Mrs. White Honors English, It was so hushful you could hear a rat piss on cotton. I slowly shuffled to Mrs. White desk handing her my pass.
"Nice of you to join us, Ms.King" she said notionally.

"Shut up Jolie, just-don't-say-nothing, you don't have time for this shit, you to grown for it"
I whispered to myself.

In all the years Mrs.White taught me, we've never seen eye to eye. From the very start, she was one adult that couldn't earn my respect. With all honestly, I don't know the root of her envy but I've always maintain the highest average in her class, therefore she never had too much to say to me. Maybe, intelligently, I'm a threat to her. 

"What was that? You have something on your chest?" She said snapping me out my thoughts.
I navigated my head towards where Bambi was quietly sitting, she gave me the "Girl, don't do it" look.
"No, Mrs. White" I said taking a deep breathe, it's going to take all God power for me NOT to snap on her.
"That's exactly what I thought, turn to page 231 in your textbook, do exercises 1-8" I just rolled my eyes, making my way to the empty desk next to Bambi.

"You might as well stayed home, shit it's one period left" Bambi said
"Mrs. Torres just said the Same shit but I ain't feel like being home alone with shit to do" I said popping the gum that I was chewing.
"Uhh, I guess chile" she said chuckling.
"So what's sooo exclusive you have to tell me" I said fixing my posture.
"Okay, remember old dude from Stacy party about 3 weeks ago?" She paused
"Who?" I said confused.
"Dude , that wouldn't stop following me!" Then it clicked!
"Yeah yeah , Darius the flunky, what about him?" I waved my hand.
"Comes to find out, he boned Le'Ann, got her pregnant , And had that shit" she said shaking her head.
"Damn, I knew it was something fishy about him, poor Le'Ann , she's just a ninth grader." My heart really felt for her , I mean thats a lot to handle when you know little about life.

"...but anywho, we gone hit up club 56 tonight or what? It's friday , I aint got no job and I aint got shit to do!" She said in her best Smokey voice.
"I guess so, plus I'm tryna twerk sumn, so I'll crash at your place?" I asked.
"Chile I guess" she said while patting her 20in weave.

"Unless y'all would like to share y'all conversation , I advise you two to be quiet" Mrs. white demanded folding her arms.

"Yes, Mrs.White!" We both said with attitudes.