"Something sinister to it, pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate moving, through the city with criminal stealth welcome to enemy turf, harder than immigrants work, golf its stitched to my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my psyche, psyche, psyche"
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Jhene sat in the back of the room listening to Chum by Earl Sweatshirt, not paying anyone attention not even Darius, her 'best friend' since the sixth grade. He sat next to her playing with her anklet. He admired the smooth touch of her bare legs and the unconscious shaking of her fingers as he touched her. Jhene looked over at him, her bright hazel eyes trained on him. He winked. She smirked and stuck her tongue. Darius pushed his hand through his thick, curly hair, the whole time staring at Jhene. She licked her lips slowly. Darius bit his lower lip as she shifted her weight, causing the pendant from her necklace to gently slap against her beasts.
"Damn," he groaned looking at her cleavage.
"Did you say something Darius," Jhene asked a mischievous grin stretched across her lips.
"Nah ma,” he replied, his thick new York accent spilling from his lips.
"Alright," Jhene said placing her hand in his hair. Darius smiled, letting her nimble fingers massage through his scalp.
"When you gon' do my hair ma" he asked.
"When you give me my twenty dollars, nigga. Besides I gotta do Mijo’s little brother’s head after this.” Jhene said beginning to file her nails with a metal file. Darius rolled his eyes dramatically.
"Mijo better not be trying to scoop my girl they shoot niggas where I'm from over that."
"I heard that. You ain't gon' do shit nigga" Mijo sneered leaning over his seat.
"Since when was I your girl Darius"
"Since the ninth grade, you wifey"
"She's been baby momma since fourth grade bitch," Mijo sneered.
"Ain't nobody talking to you. Shut the fuck up 'for I peel your cap, local ass bitch," Darius growled.
"Oh shit," a white boy named Jeremiah winced.
"Fuck you Jay," Mijo growled at him
"I know you're angry and that's cool" Jeremiah replied
Hey be quiet all of you the assistant principal Mr. Montgomery barked storming into the room.
"Oh my god” Jhene groaned pushing her head into the back of her chair. "Why must you constantly walk in yelling? Ain’t nobody scared of yo little ass so shut up.
"I will not be disrespected like that Ms. Wilson"
"Well I guess you just gon' be mad then nigga."
"I will call your mother"
"Call her bruh she don't like yo nappy headed ass anyway wit' yo USPA shirt."
Mijo busted out into obnoxious laughter.
"But it ain’t Ralph though!" Jeremiah screeched violently tapping Mijo's shoulder as they both laughed hard.
"Yall need to chill," Andrea a black senior snickered.
"If I hear one more peep out of any of you I swear to god I give each and every one of you another day of detention! Do I make myself clear," Mr. Montgomery snarled.
YOU ARE READING
Money Hungry
Teen Fiction"Cash rules everything around me" If you had enough money to do whatever you want, what would you do with it? That's what these four people ask themselves when they get a call. One a single father caring for his young daughter. Another, a girl with...
