My First Love / My First Lesson

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Sex Ed Was A Funny Subject For Me. Maybe Because All The Bitches In Here Were Always Talking About All The Niggas They Fucked, Or Maybe It Was Cause Niggas Were Always Lying On Their Dicks. I Don't Know. Either Way It Was Funny. I Came Into Class & Sat Down In My Seat. So Far We Were Learning All The Shit I Learned In Middle School. Reproductive Parts, How They Work. Yada, Yada, Yada. So It Was Boring.
"Today We Will Be Watching A Movie About How A Baby Is Born." My Teacher Said. "This Is A Very Graphic Film. It Will Show Everything. If You Have A Weak Stomach, Hold It." She Said Nonchalantly.
I Laughed At That. She Could Be Funny Too. Her Name Was Mrs.Sexton. Eye Roll. What A Coincident. They Set Her Up For That. She Was A Short Slim Thick Lady , Had Thick Lips & Her Hair Was Real Long & Pretty. She Was More Like A Teacher In A "Students" Body.
"Take Notes On What You Watching. No Cell Phones Out, No Music. Some Of Yal Actually Need To Be Watching This." She Was Throwing Shots At A Couple Of Our Soon To Be Mothers. She Passed Out Our Papers & Started The Movie. 5 Minutes Into The Video I Got A Text From Fresh,
"Wyd?" After What Had Just Happened I Lowkey Didn't Even Feel Like Talking To Him But I Texted Him Back. "Nothing.". I Really Wanted To Go Off On This Nigga. I Mean Let Him Have It But I Knew I Couldn't. Technically This Wasn't Even My Nigga. We Hadn't Put A Title On It & It Wasn't My Place To Check Him On Being This Bitch "Baby Daddy". That Was Before Me & Whatever Happened Before Me Was None Of My Business. As Long As Its Not During Me I Could Give A Fuck. It Wasn't Even The Principle Of Him Not Telling Me. It Was The Fact That This Bitch Felt So Comfortable Saying Something To Me. Like Get Yo Bitch On A Leash My Nigga. I Really Felt The Need To Ask Him A Few Questions Though. See What Was Really Up.
"How You Know Isha'A?" I Texted.
"Who?" He Sent Back Fast Asf.
ISHA'A." I Replied Back. He Was Playing That Goofy Role.
"Don't Play Me With Nigga. I'm Far From A Dumb Bitch. Tell Me Wassup."
"Why Does It Matter?" He Sent Back.
"WHY DOES IT MATTER!" I Shouted Out Loud. I Forgot We Were Watching Movie. My Teacher Looked At Me. "Put That Phone Up Alexa." She Scolded Me. I Put It In My Desk & Continued On Texting Him.
"WYM WHY DOES IT MATTER? This Bitch Coming Up To Me Saying Shit To Me About YOU. Tf. I Don't Associate With This Rat Bitch. She Shouldn't Have Anything To Say To Me #Period" I Replied Back. He Had Me Fucked Up. "Mrs. Sexton May I Go To The Bathroom?" I Asked. She Looked At Me & Said Yes. I Hurried Out The Room. I Couldnt Wait To Dial This Nigga Number.
"Hello?" He Answered.
"Hello, So Wassup. I've Known You All Of 7 Days &Yo Dogs Coming For Me? Wassup With Shorty?" I Asked Off Rip.
"Chill. She Old News. I Don't Fuck With That Bitch." He Said Through The Phone. He Sounded Smacked Asf.
"Yea, Yea, You Ain't Gotta Lie To Me, I'm Not Yo Bitch My Nigga. If You Fucking With Her Tell Me Now So I Can Atleast Have A Choice Of If I Want To Look Dumb Or Not. Life To Short To Not Say What You Want."
"Yea You Right." He Said.
"So Wassup, Wassuppppp, Wazzzuuuppp?" I Said Into The Phone.
"We'll Talk About It When I Come Pick You Up." He Said "You Blowing My High."
"Fuck Yo High My Nigga." I Said & Hung Up.
Was This Moving Too Fast? I Didn't Feel Any Type Of Way, I Don't Think. I Just Wanted Answers. I'd Rather KNOW I Was Choosing To Look Stupid, Rather Than Not Know & Have All These Irrelevant Ass People Talking About Me Behind My Back. I Looked In The Mirror & Fixed My Hair. "I Can't Wait Till 3, This Nigga Gone Get Itttt."