"What's your name?"
"Why ya talkin' to mi?"
"Because I want to. Now, what's your name?"
"You don't need ta know dat."
"Why are you so mysterious?"
"Why you askin' meh a lotta questions?"
"Maybe I want to know who you are."
"Maybe...
*Bear with me guys 🙍. I've been overly stressed over school, work and soccer and I completely neglected this book*
"But it's over now... Go on and take a bow..."
Robyn Fenty
9:45 a.m.
The bell rings for the end of first period. I raise my head and gather all of my papers, shoving them into my disoriented backpack. I throw my backpack over a shoulder and stand up, slowly shuffling through the classroom.
"Mrs. Fenty?" My teacher, Mrs. Fleming, asks hesitantly.
I turn my tired eyes toward her,"what?"
She clears her throat and hands me a test I just finished. I lower my eyes to the paper and see a red 64 at the corner of it.
"Okay?" I ask, raising my eyes to her. She shifts and begin talking.
"You are an A student. This 64 should not be on this paper. Not only that but you fell asleep for almost all of class. Is there something going on that I should know about?"
I shake my head,"nah. I'm good."
"Are you s-"
"Yep," I interrupt, nodding.
"Okay. This is your first and final warning. More grades like this and I'll have no choice but to inform Coach Watson. I don't think we want that to happen, so next time, be awake."
I mindlessoh nod my head,"yea." After I say that word, I turn around and walk out of the classroom. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I ignore it for right now. It has to be Onika...
Every second I spent with her, I felt guiltier and guiltier. I cant bring myself to tell Onika what happened yesterday. I feel like its not important. Plus, its not even my fault. She came onto me.
But I liked it though...
I shake my head and think about this morning when I went to go see her. She asked what did I want to talk about and I made up some like about the Homecoming. The only good thing that came is I found a good suit online and she found a dress.
As I walk down the hallways, I can see girls giving me their flirtatious glances and stares but I dont return them as I walk past standstill bodies to my locker.
As I pick out my advanced classtextbools, a voice speaks behind me.
"Aye," the feminine voice says.
Instantly recognizing it, I turn around and come face to face with Lani.
"Here's your uh..." She holds out my jersey I gave her the other night.
I take it, eyeing her attire as she looks away, peeling her eyes from me.
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