Helpless Soul...

Starting Again

Rocco's POV...

I picked up the mail from the doorfront then walked back inside the apartment setting the probably junk mail on the countertop. One of them stood out though. I opened it up and it read:

'Rocco Young, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Miami Beach High School. You can start school as soon as the letter has reached you. We're looking forward to seeing you'

Is this real? YES YES YES YES. I've been applying for schools for two months now. Been rejected by many but FINALLY. You're probably thinking why I've been looking for schools. Well I moved out of my maiden house because.....well  I don't want to get into that or else the waterworks will start.

I peeped at my watch; 6:39am. Oh shiiiiiiii - I still have time to get ready and Miami Beach is only 10 minutes away in car so I think I can reach there in time.

~ 1 hour later ~

I heard the doorbell ring so I swung the towel around my waist making sure it wouldn't fall down because you all know what that'd lead too ;) I walked down the stairs. Hair dripping on my lotioned body. Idgaf the person at my door can have a heart attack. 

"Roccy, oh em geeeee. Yeww tewwww sexcciiiiii. Did yew know I wah comin ovaaaa"  said in the typical ghetto accent.

Ugh I should've thought twice before opening the door, this damn chick been on my sack since I moved in. I know I'm hot and all but give me some space.

"Uh well I got to get to school so see you later" Didn't really mean this. I don't want to see her thirsty ass. Doesn't she get this?

"Ohhhhh roccy boo going tew skewwl now, hell wut skewwwwl yew goin?" fuck her voice annoys me.

"Uh Miami Beach"  I said in an annoyed tone.

"OH EM GEE ! dont lie tew meh roccy" she said walking into the kitchen.

I saw the glass bottle and automatically wanted to smash it onto her head. SHIT. I saw the towel beneath me. I picked it up and wrapped it back around just in time.

" I guh tew da same skewwl" the words escaped her mouth with a smirk. 

is she kiddin me. omfg. I thought this was one place I could get away from this heffa. I looked at my watch 7:49. I'm not going to be late on the first day back so I rushed upstairs throwing on a obey shirt with skinnies and vans, adding my own bit of swag to it. I'm ready to go. I stroked my imaginary beard, looking in the mirror. God you made me so sexy. I'll be whippin up chicks in no time. 

"Roccy yew allllllllllready know yew tew sexci, so lehgo" she whined at my bedroom door. fuck is she still doing here? 

I jogged down the stairs, hearing her 2874239 inch heels click clacking away on the stairs behind me. Everything she does is annoying.  I grabbed my keys, snapback and money. We were ready to go. I stopped at the mirror one more time sliding on the snapback and smirking to myself.

She stood there leaning against my car. Germs, ugh. Now I guess she want a damn ride? 

"well yew gotuh know dah way" she said opening the passenger seat to my car.

The rest of the ride was just her nagging on and on about some ghetto shit, turning the volume on the radio louder didn't work at all. We reached school and eyes were already on me. I'm contemplating on whether it's because of my hotness or 'badbitch *cough* Shaniqua' behind me. Pretty sure it's my hotness though.

When Shaniqua went to hang with  her other bad bitches, I went to the main office to pick up my schedule. I scanned todays day through.  English first period. Not my best subject but oh well. I felt eyes staring me down, I looked back to find a some mexican cholo eyeing my schedule. He ruffled his curls looking around as if he wasn't just looking at it.

"Mind your own" I said giving him the evils.

"English is second floor and it's 8:25 so you need to get up there fast. Mrs. Dymond don't play with late comers"

I took his advice and ran up those stairs. Whew taking track at my previous school came in handy. I took the seat at the back. Class started and I began taking my notes.

The door opened about ten minutes into class and the whole of the class turned to face the door. 

"Aaliyah, 10 minutes late. AGAIN? I'm afraid you'll have detention after school tonight" She took a seat beside me.

Aaliyah, I like that. I like her. I want her ;)

Well that's chapter two for you, sorry I haven't posted in along time. This chapter got deleted so I had to re-write it so yeah. Hope you enjoy. this chapter isn't as tense as the last one.

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