Moving On

Chapter 6

As I walked into my first class, all eyes were on me as expected. Those eyes followed me all the way across the room to the teacher's desk.

"Umm-" I gave the teacher my schedule. "This is my first day here. That's why I was late to class."

The elderly man scanned over my schedule with a smile on his face.

"Well welcome to San Diego High Ms.Calhoun. Your actual teacher took a maternity leave so I am the substitute for today. Mr.Robinson. There are only two seats in the back so you can sit in either one."

He gave me the worksheets that they were working on then I went and sat in the back. I wonder if they have assigned seats or something, because the back row is typically the first to get filled. At least that's how it was at my old school.

"Yo ma, wass good? You need some help?"

I looked over to the toothpick sitting beside me.

The girl in front of me turned around. "Leave her alone Dee."

Dee flipped her off then moved his headphones to his ears.

"Hi I'm Stephanie, what's your name? Are you new to this class or new to this school all together?"

Well that was a stupid ass question. Her blue eyes were the main ones staring at me when I came in class, so I know she heard him welcome me to the school.

"Kam. And I'm new to the school." And city, and state, but she didn't ask me all that. Why volunteer information?

"Oh. I bet that sucks."

I shrugged my shoulders. "School in general sucks, so I'll be okay."

"Yes I agree!" Her eyes widened. "You seem like a cool person. And your eyes and lashes are really cute! Contacts and falsies?"

This girl... I don't think I've ever been asked either of those questions before.

"No. My eyes are naturally brown and I suppose my lashes are just nice."

"They really are. I should finish my work now. If you need anything just let me know."

She turned around before I could say anything so I left it alone. She's... nice though.

For the next twenty minutes I worked on the worksheets. Luckily for me this is shit that I already know how to do. Know it or not, having math this early in the morning sucks.

"Aye shawty you in my seat."

I was about to go off on the muthafucka who interrupted my thoughts, until I looked up to see who it was.

"Missed me?"

"No. And I suggest you sitcho ass in the seat beside me if you really wanna sit somewhere cause I'm not gon' move."

"Ooo, yes ma'am."

She moved the desk closer to mine then sat down. That's not what I meant and she knows it.

"Samantha you so thirsty. Get out that girl face. She don't want you."

"Shut yo' ol' ugly Ethiopian lookin' ass up Deana! She just playin' hard to get but I'ma cuff her."

Wha- what the fuck?! I swear the person beside me look just like a dude! I guess I shouldn't go around assuming things like that.

It's weird though, she even sound like a dude. Damn.

"Your name is Deana?"

"Yeah babe, but that sound like a bitch name so I go by Dee."

"I am a Junior in high school. I'm not a baby, honey."