Monica's P.O.V
I was sitting in my College algebra class writing down a shit load of notes that my professor had us taking for our mid term next Tuesday when I got hit with a piece of balled up paper.
I turned around to see who threw it and of fucking course it was the devil himself aka my worse enemy since the 7th Grade Christopher Maurice brown.
"Can you stop throwing shit you fuckin idiot I'm trying to take notes" I spat glaring at him.
"Shut yo ass up Monica" He replied nonchalantly.
"I swear I fuckin hate you" I grumbled turning back around in my seat.
Cursing him out made me miss the last and most important page of the Notes that we needed and I know professor Towers mean ass wont stay after class so I can write them down.
"Professor Towers is there anyway I could stay after class to write the last part of the notes down I was being distracted by an ignorant ass student so I didn't get a chance to write them down" I said stopping Mr.Towers before he could walk out of the class with the rest of the students.
"I saw what was going on, so sure go ahead and um Mr.Brown you can stay here and write them down too since you were way to busy distracting Ms. Strong" He said grabbing Chris by the shoulder before he could walk out.
"But professor Towers I have basketball practice in 20 minutes" He said pouting.
"It's Okay I already contacted your coach and make sure you lock my room back up when you all get done with it"He said laughing walking out of the class.
"Fuckkkk" He drug out slouching in his seat pouting like a little ass kid.
He was kind of cute when he did that. Ugh what the hell is wrong with me today.
"This is all your fuckin fault" He growled giving me a death glare.
"No it's your own damn fault maybe if you would've stopped picking with me in class like I asked you too this would've never happened" I said rolling my eyes.
"Girl shut the fuck up" He said getting up walking over to me.
"Stop telling me to shut the fuck up you idiotic ass nigga" I said standing up getting angry.
"Shut....the fuck...up...bitch" He said giving me an evil smirk.
I am a 5'3 127 pound girl, yea that's kind of small compared to a 6'1 170 pound man but I wasn't raised up with 3 brothers for no damn reason.
My anger got the best of me so I socked Chris dead in his mouth making him stumble back and fall over a desk.
I ran over to him and climbed on top of him pinning his arms above his head.
"Call me a bitch again and I will make sure you fuckin regret it, do you fuckin understand me" I growled getting close to his face.
He looked at me with a surprised yet aroused expression giving me butterflies in my stomach.
"Yes" He spoke softly biting the corner of his pink plump lip.
I got up and walked back over to my desk and finished taking my notes quietly.
I finished taking my notes in peace for the first time in forever. I grabbed my tommy Hilfiger backpack, and iphone X and stood up pushing my chair in ready to leave.
"Monica wait...look I'm sorry I didn't mean to call you a bitch I was upset about practice and just got caught up in the heat of the moment" He said rubbing the back of his neck avoiding eye contact with me.
