"Oh I'm sorr- Aw hell no! Not you!" He said, and everyone looked at us.
I looked at him. Why in the absolute fuck is this random nigga yelling at me, I don 't even know him. My first day and niggas already wanna start problems.
"Excuse you? I don't even know you. The fuck is you getting loud for?" I looked around the bus. "The fuck is y'all starring at, huh?!"
"Aren't you that girl that slapped the fuck outta Keyshawn? You that new girl that moved next door to him." He said looking me up and down, ugh.
I crossed my arm and rolled my eyes, this is why I hate people.
"I don't know who the fuck Keyshawn is but if you're going to be rude, you need to move. And stop looking at me weirdo." I said snapping my fingers in his face.
He quickly moved seats. That's what I thought, I continued to play my music until we got to the school.
I got off the bus and walked into the big school. A short, black girl with bright red dyed hair and braces walked up to me.
"You new here? I never seen you here." She said as she popped her gum.
"Um yea. Can you show me where the office is?" I said to her.
"Sure. Oh, I'm Tasia." She shook my hand. "Girl your shirt is cute."
Tasia walked me to the office. I don't know about this girl and she keep popping her gum, that shit is annoying. I mean she's nice and all, but I can't trust any of these thots.
The lady at the front desk gave me my schedule and school map. The bell rang and I walked to my first class, Algebra 2 with Mr. Paige.
I walked into the class late and the teacher eyed me. I gave him a stank look and he looked surprise.
"Um I'm new here. Is this Algebra 2? You Mr. Paige?" I said looking at him, he was creepy.
"Yes, take a seat behind... Behind Andre Porter." He said looking at me still.
I walked to my seat, there was a bunch of guys. The guys are all the same here, light skin with tattoos and they a have a bunch of hoes.
"Excuse me ma." He touched my arm. "You got a pencil I can borrow?"
"You got a pencil right there and don't fucking touch me again." I said.
The class 'Ooo' -ed, that shit gets annoying after a while, like shut up.
I put on my glasses and started taking notes. The guy next to me kept looking at me, Mr. Paige gave us free time for the last ten minutes of class.
Andre turned around and looked at me.
"So you new here, right?" Andre said.
I just looked at him, I didn't feel like talk to him on any other guy here. The bell finally rang and I walked to my next class, English. Tasia was in the class and she wanted me to sit next to her.
The teacher, Mrs. Skyste, didn't teach so we just talked.
"So you seen any cute boys yet?" She smiled real big.
"No, to be honest I don't want to talk to any of these fuck niggas. I don't feel like hearing it and they all the same." I said tapping my pencil on the desk.
"Oh. Well, I heard-" Really this he said, she said stuff already. "I heard Brandon was feeling you, you know him?" She said, pulling out a piece of gum.
"No, the only people I know here so far is you and Andre Porter." I said to Tasia.
"Andre and Brandon are twins. You should talk to Brandon, he plays basketball and football. He's 6'6 and he's single. Get at him girl." She said smiling big and chewing her gum.
"Um No, I'm just here in Los Angles for two more year I don't really want to get to know any guys really." I said.
The bell rang and I began walking to my next class, History with Mr. Jones. I sat all the way in the back of the class. The tall dude from the bus came in the class dribbling a basketball, ball is life right? Basic niggas, they all the same.
He looked at me and laughed a little bit.
"Is something funny?" I said looking him up and down.
"That's my seat, but I'll sit right here it's alright." He said smiling, showing some pretty teeth.
"Okay class. New class project! Everyone pick a partner. You must pick one of the presidents and write a four page essay on them, two pages for each partner." Mr. Jones said and sat back down, going on the computer.
Brandon quickly turned his desk around. He smiled really big showing his deep dimples in his light-caramel skin.
"Will you please be my partner?" He said looking at me.
Well, I don't know anybody else in the class except him. I guess, but if he tries anything ill slap the shit out of him too.
"I guess, cause you're the only person I know." I said pulling out a piece of paper.
"Okay. Well, I'm sorry about what happened on the bus earlier. I'm Brandon Malik Porter and I'm 18 year old. Tell me about you." He said smiling again, that smiled killed me.
"I guess. Umm, I'm Jordan Ka'lonie Greene and i'm 16 years old. I just moved here from Chicago and I don't really like people, I'm just here for my daddy." I said writing my name on my paper.
"Why don't you like people?" He said looking at me.
"I just don't. Why?" I said looking at him.
"I don't know. What class do you have next, I have Film Study." He said looking at my paper.
"I have Film Study too. And then I have lunch." I said looking at my desk and picking at it.
The bell rang and I walked with Brandon to Film Study, after that I walked with him to the cafeteria. I seen Tasia and I tried to go with her, Brandon held me back. He made me pinky swear that I would sit next to him on the bus.
At the end of the day I got on the bus, in the same seat I sat in the morning. Brandon followed me right after, he sat next to me on the bus. We talked until we got to our stop, and he walked me home. He walked me to my front door and tried to give me a hug but I quickly moved, I curved him.
He was a little satly and I laughed. I said bye to him and I went into my house. I ran up to my room and I threw my backpack on the floor. I cracked my window and laid on my bed.
After a while of just laying down, I hear my window opening. I jumped up.
"Dogg, what the fuck are you doing?!"
