Walking into class I felt as though all eyes were on me. I spotted Herb in the back. I made my way towards there. He had his face deep into his phone. I took the seat next to him and he looked up. His eyes zoomed in on something on my right. I looked over my shoulder to see our school quarterback Brycee coming my way. Since class didn't start for 20 minutes, we usually used our time to socialize.
Moving a chair in front of me, Brycee nodded to Herb and focused on me. Brycee was big and muscular. Standing at 6'6, beautiful caramel complextion, with jade colored eyes. He was fine to say the least.
"Wassup ma? You look beautiful as fuck." Brycee said. Loooord the way his southern accent leaked out had me wanting to do some thangs. I looked down blushing sneaking a look at Herb. If looks could kill, Brycee would be 10 feet under.
"Thank you Brycee." I say looking up and smiling. He smiled back. Our dimples mirrored eachothers.
"So I'm having a party this weekend, did Herb tell you? " He asks taking a quick look at Herb then focusing on me.
I look over at Herb with an eyebrow raised, he did the same. I roll my eyes at him and turn my attention back to Brycee.
"No, Herb didn't tell me. What does it have to do with me anyways? " I ask.
"Well I wanted you to be my date." He says. I notice his light complextion turn a little pink. Did I, Sascha Bonshae, make the quarteback blush.
"Look man, she gon be busy. We got plans." Herb answers for me. I turn my head so damn quick and give the "what the fuck" look.
"Excuse Herb rude ass, but I would love to be your date Brycee." I say. Brycee smile turns into a full grown grin and I can't help but giggle.
"Alright cool. I'll pick you up Friday at 9. Bye" He says walking back to his seat. I wave and look over at Herb. He looks anything but happy.
"What?" I ask with a smirk.
"What you did was stupid. The whole school thinks we date now and you gon say yes to be his date to his party? The fuck wrong with you?" He semi yells. I didn't think about that at all.
"We'll tell people we taking a break. Win-win situation." I said. He looked at me and shook his head.
"I don't give a fuck what you tell people. I know yo ass ain't leaving that house Friday. Don't believe me? just watch."
All I could do was shake my head since our teacher started the lesson. If he think he gon run me like he do his hoes he got life fucked up. Its only Monday and all this bullshit happened.
I'm going to that party Friday, and there's not a damn thing he can do to stop me.
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Novela JuvenilSasha Blancho and Herb Scott are bestfriends since pre-school. They've always had that friendship where people whispered behind their backs 'You see how touchy they are? You know they fuckin! ' or 'Bestfriends my ass! The fuckin' either they always...