●♚●BLAZE●♚●
Yeah bitches, I got a point of view!!
Alright, I can tell you a little bit about myself:
I'm 18 years old, 19 in a few months. I have a 7 month old daughter named Tessie I have to provide for. That's my heart and soul right there, the only family I have left besides my Mama.
Anyway, I'm a straight A student, been that way since I was little. I plan on going to college and studying to be a psychologist. I know right, A black nigga trynna be a psychologist? I get teasin from Hunter bitch ass all the time but aye, No Shame In My Game!
Yeee, my baby mama, Samantha, lives with me. People think we on good terms and shit. Hell nawl Sam is a pain in my ass but I love her to death. Nawl we ain't together and ain't never getting back together. She is truly a Psycho Bitch From Hell! I hope and pray to god Tessie ain't gon be like that when she get older! Sam claim I got anger issues but ion see the shit. She just wanna say some shit about somebody else to cover up her shit. Bitch ass.
If Ian have Tessie, me and Sam wouldn't even be communicating right now... Okay maybe I just lied. Sam was my first love and shit so I probably wouldn't have let her go with my lien ass...Me and Sam would probably be....Fuck buddies yeah that's it. Just fuck buddies, So in my perspective, I'ma free fucking agent!
Anywhore, I'ma sexy chocolate, 6'3 in height , and what you already know, I'ma Dboy and a sweet talker with the Honeys .Nothing new to the plate.
"The fuck you over there day dreamin about Blaze?" Smokey interrupted my thoughts by thumping me in the back of my head.
"Smokey, I'm finna whoop yo ass, pay attention to Mr. Deaton bitch." I whispered yelled at him.
"Fuck Mr. Deaton Bald headed ass!" Smokey yelled in a low tone. Mr. Deaton looked straight at me.
"Detention Bernard."
"But that wasn't even-"
"Now!"
"You know yeen have to use my Government , fuck you and this classroom. Fat bastard!" I snapped back at his ass. The crew was ctfu. I slapped the shit outta Smokey before I walked out of the classroom door.
Some female in a white pencil skirt, black see through button down with a white blazer, and black heels was walking down the hall, her heels clacking every step she took. I couldn't see her face because her long blondish brown bangs were in her face as she looked down at her paper confusingly. I smirked.
"Excuse me miss lady, you new here? Haven't seen you around." I walked up to her. She smiled up at me, showing her pearly whites as her dimple popped out of her right cheek. My kinda lady ;)
"Yeah actually I am. Do you happen to know where uhhh.... Mr. Comer's class is? " She asked looking at her schedule.
"Just so happens that I do, C'mon, I'll walk you there. " I reached out for her hand. Ha, bold ass move considering the fact that I didn't even know her name...Yet!
She took my hand and we started walking down the main hall.
"So you're a Junior huh?" I asked.
"Yeah, how'd you know?" She asked.
"Pshh, I know everything girl. " I said making her giggle.
"Oh yeah? What's my name? " She tested me.
" Oh that one's easy, Tahiri."
(Tuh-Hee-ree) I answered.
"Wow, you're good." She said.
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