Curvy way.

Chapter 1

"Ms.Howard!?!" My AP trigonometry teacher called me . Yea, I was dozing because I never made it home till 5 this morning, but why is he yelling.

"Yes!" I rolled my eyes,

"Can you do this problem on the board. It's what we've been working on while you got your z's in." I kissed my teeth. What's his problem. Always trying to say something smart.

I walked up to the board looking at the problem, it wasn't that hard and I started solving it in my head.

"Is there a problem?" He looked at me like a smart-ass.

"Nope. It'd be 15.2. Now can I sit the fuck down since I got an A+ in this class and you know I know this fucking shit. Thank you. Dismissed " I said walking back to my desk while he stood there looking stupid and the class instigating.

"Yea and you'll lose that A+ if you don't go to the dean right now cause I'll fail you. Dismissed. " I knew I disliked Mr.Carter but education is serious to me. I worked for that A and even if I sleep he knows I'm more advanced than everyone else. I do extra work too.

"Fine but trust me I ain't losing that A! You mad that someone's actually doing better than you think and showed you that in front of the class. Trust me you ain't shit." I picked my bag up and walked towards the door.

"Ohh and by the way Mr.Carter your dismissed."

I walked to the office with my headphones in my ears blocking out all the negativity around me. People talk to much shit.

"Ms. Howard, step into my office." I slung my back pack on the chair to me. I sat in front of my dean who stood next to this fine ass light skin nigga. He had tattoos running down his neck and arms. A kiss tattoo was outlined on his neck. He had on khaki pants, black timbs like the ones I had on, and black jump man t shirt on. He had a face like august alsina and Trey songz. Mad beautiful. He had the deepest dimples when he smiled and licked his lips. I hadn't seen him before.

"Ms. Howard do you not hear me calling you?" I looked at Dean Brown.

"Yes."

"Your going to tutor Malik here in trigonometry. He had problems with it in his old school and he needs someone to show him around."

"I am not-"

"You are if you don't want to fail! Do I make myself clear?" I sighed and inhaled deeply.

"Yes Mr.Brown." I clenched my teeth tight.

"Ohh and by the way, if he fails so will you. I gave you enough chances to stop, but it's getting out of hand. You will do better in that class and help out Malik here.understood?"

"Yes." I was on the verge of crying. If this nigga failed, so would I. My whole grade depends on this nigga standing in front of me.