Note from Jade:
It took persistence and hard ass grinding from couch hopping to making it across the country to one of the finest HBCUs this country has to offer. It took so many silent tears, shattered hopes, hungry nights, I give ups and nothing a...
"Shiiit!" I shouted running through the courtyard. I was almost late to my first class of the semester tryna shoot the shit with Drew in the hallway.
We started being cordial since we are technically neighbors. We were talking even more since Eli called himself hanging out with other bitches again. I don't even know why I'm sweating it. He is not my nigga. He proved that once I found out he was talking to Fallon again.
I slid into my US History II class just before the professor shut the door. He was the same one I had for History I, Dr. Isaacs.
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"Nice of you to make it Ms. Johnson," Dr. Isaacs smiled.
"You know I'm not fully awake until after 9:30, Doc," I grinned going to the back since those seemed to be the only seats available.
"Oh, so we late first class of the semester? Who yo parents?" I heard someone cackle as I passed by. I looked over to see none other than Zion. I stuck my tongue out at him and took a seat kinda near him.
Z-Nasty😒: Whoooole ass chair next to me ...
Z-Nasty😒: But you wanna sit in the back wit the bad kids.
Z-Nasty😒: I'm tellin Eli
Me: Is Eli my parent? His name Gerald Johnson?
Me: Better question: Is Eli my man? I ain't think so.
Z-Nasty😒: Bloop! Y'all beefin?
Me: As far as I know, no.
Me: He don't even acknowledge me
Z-Nasty😒: Tryna be acknowledged, huh?
Z-Nasty😒: Keep talkin to that nigga across the hall. Nigga come up missing.
Me: You my parent?
Z-Nasty😒: Nah, but I heard you call Eli daddy
I tried not to bust out laughing at Zion. He really would keep going back and forth with me, so I just tucked my phone away and tried paying attention to Dr. Isaacs. Zion was still tryna talk in the middle of lecture and was blowing my phone the hell up. It was vibrating so much, I'm surprised nobody heard it.
I made it through class without killing Zion and briskly made my way back to my room. I had about thirty minutes to make it to my next class and left my damn Algebra II book on my desk. I speed walked through the crowds while reading all of the texts that Zion sent during class. Only one caught my eye though making me feel weird.
