Brother Lovin

3. more attitude

What it is what's up how ya doing omg lol

Enjoy.

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I woke up to the sound of Logan. Not yelling. And a girl moans. I groaned and checked the time 5 IN THE MORNING!?!? I let out a long sigh "you know what?" I mumbled to myself Ima go sit down in the living room.

I got up and went down to the living room after I put on some clothes. They finally came down from his room. Her clothes neatly on her but hair is ratchet as fuck. You know they fucked. She came and sat next to me, while he went to shower. "Hey, my name is Carmen." She said "a'ight." I said.

"What's your name?" She asked laying a nasty ass hands on my leg. I pushed it away, she gasped. I stood up "why you clownin' on Logan?" I asked "what?" She asked shocked "why you clownin' on Logan, Carmen?" I asked again "I ain't." She said.

"Your a ratchet ass okay, your cheating on him a bet, with a broke ass nigga I bet." I said making it known that I'm catching her ass. "I ain't cheating!" She looked like a deer in headlights. "Your frontin' girl. Stop clownin' we all know." Not all only me. My good mother walked in "what's happening?" I shook my head "nothing" I walked away.

"Oh son!" I turned to my mom "yes mom" I said she smiled "your starting logans school today." She said "okay." I said "it's walking distance from here." she explained I nodded. I have exactly an hour to get ready.

I went to my room and put on my new pair of clothes, the Travis Scott shirt, faded jeans with rip knees, and my Jordans. I went down to eat breakfast, that their butler made. "Have a good day at school hun." Mom called from the hall "yep" I said. I went outside and walked to the school.

When I got there "hey my name is Clayton Bond" I said she handed me the schedule I found my first hour class, math, damn it. When I walked in people stared, glared mostly. "Your in the wrong class negro." The fuck? The fuck is this shit? This is not 1900s the hell.

"Sir, this is not 1900s this school is in the 2017. Who da hell has separate colors!? This is fo' sho' a dumbass class." I said and the teacher said "go to your colored class." I looked at him and continued to walk to the back class where a seat was vacant. "How 'bout no." I said I bet my dad and mom doesn't know this shit.

A guy got up and stepped to me "you better go to your colored class." He said he thinks he is tough. "Boy better back off before we fight" I said getting angry. He grabbed me by my collar, and I kneed him in the groin and he went down, I knelt down. "Now mess with me again, homie." I said walking out and home.

"Son thought you was at school" my dad said "I was. But that school is racist." I said still pissed off "wait what?" He asked. "That school puts all the black, even mix, in a different section the 'colored' section." I explained he went from shock to angry "WHAT THE HELL WHO THE HELL? I OOOO WHAT THE FUCK" he said.

He grabbed his phone and dialed the school. "Let me speak to the principal. This is Samuel Bond, now let me speak to him!" My father said, angrily. Damn. "Do y'all really have a colored section! That was so 1900s what the fuck!?" My father listened "so basically YOUR SAYING MY SON CLAYTON CANT BE IN THE CLASSES HE WAS ISSUED!? What kind of fucking school is this!? Would you like it if I was up there saying to the whites to go to the redneck ass hole classes? Which would be no classes." He was fuming.

"Don't calm down me asshole, this is discrimination. My son is mixed for god sake, his mother was black, but I'm white! Hell even the blacks should be allowed to go to their issued classes, not some bullshit colored classes. What the hell do y'all do to them.." he waited "YOU WHAT!? FUCKING HELL I could hire them all for a well paying job, I'm a lawyer. Now I'll see you and the school board in court tomorrow, noon." He hung up.

"Now we are going to get this straighten out, one way or another." He said "dayum." I said "no one messes with my son, and others." He said "mostly my son" I watched as he sat down, and I went to my room. I was so mad. I don't understand it.

I was pacing my floor. I heard the door slam and Logan's loud ass mouth shouting "HE CAUSED A FUCKING SCENE!" I stormed down "just because you got bank in wallet don't mean shit, don't be coming in here talking shit. Yeah I caused a scene, racists assholes." I said

Logan pov

I ain't racist. I ain't always yelling. I hate the school I am in, because of the damn colored shit, they should be able to do what they want. I hate my girlfriend, she is always hatin' on them. I watched as he was breathing heavy as he yelled. I listened, but it hurts to see him getting harassed today.

I don't know what he did to me. When he first got here I automatically wanted to kiss him. I know crazy. But what stopped me was the fact I was only being crazy. He is so cute. He so hot as well. "Logan!" I snapped out of it "what" I said looking at the short guy, angrily staring at me "I was yellin' at chu and you didn't even listen. I saw it." He said.

"God damn buster." He said "I ain't no loser." I said as he looked at his feet. Mom and dad went out. The feeling to hug and kiss him is back, so I walked away. And went to bed.