Thugged Out 4: Real Life

TWENTY EIGHT- Selfish

CONNECT has been updated so I expect all you lil mfs who have harrassed my whole existence about it to go fw that.
Aaaaaand, if you not reading it for whatever reason, go do it. Understand that just because it's not the Thugged Out series, it still is good and deserves love too. Y'all who think my books are in competition with each other are weird. I don't feel like I'm in competition with a soul, not even myself lmao

I also want y'all to learn a lil more about Tae. Enjoy his POV lol

"I'm selfish. I want you all to myself, I swear. You don't need nobody else, I swear." - PnB Rock

TAE

Damn, I hate school. I'll be glad when I get to graduate and shit. I'm in a stupid ass speech class my momma got me taking this school  year. She claimed I need to learn how to talk properly and stop cussing and using slang so damn much. How she say that about me when she the same way? My momma extra hood, even when she be trying to talk like a white lady. This shit lame as fuck.

We gotta give two speeches today. One is just a speech about ourselves and in the other, all we have to do is read a poem all emotionally and shit. It's whatever with me. I ain't shy. I just don't want to talk in front of a class full of people. A lot of these mothafuckas in here already did their speeches so it's about to be my turn as soon as this white girl finishes her shit up. She being all poetic, talking about forests and bullshit.

Everybody just clapped for her. "Alright, JeMontae Montgomery." my teacher says, looking around the large classroom for me. I raise my hand then walk to the front, standing behind the podium. "You are allowed to lose note cards. Have you completely memorized your speech and poem?" she asks me, smiling some. "I got it." I answer. She a nice ass lady, she just weird as fuck. She probably fifty something and she's white. I can't remember her name or any of my other teachers' names though.

Damn, it's a lot of students in here. All eyes are on me and it's dead silent. "Well, wassup everybody?" I ask. Everybody just spoke back to me. I glance at my teacher. She sitting at the back of the room with my sheet of paper she doing her grading on. "Alright... my name is JeMontae Montgomery. I'm from here, California, obviously. My parents ain't together but my dad still love her." I say, shrugging my shoulders. I didn't even write a speech. Imma just talk off the top of my head. If I slip up and sound dumb, fuck it. At least I'm even doing this lame ass shit.

"Something interesting about me is my family life. My family be live as hell." I say. "Language." my teacher sternly says, writing something as a few people laugh. Damn, I didn't try to cuss. My words just be coming out. "My bad. But yeah, something interesting about me is my family life, like I said. My momma grew up in different hoods all over California. She was a foster child her whole life. I love her. She my queen. Anyway, my dad is from Chicago. He a real gangsta ass nigga." I say, chuckling. "But yeah... I got savages for parents and they with the shits. My dad single and in love with my momma, probably. My momma married my siblings' dad but they on that bullshit right now so fuck it. Uh... I got a lot of siblings. Let me think... I'm single and a few of y'all bitches look good as hell so Imma come fuck with y'all. I hate school and I love money. Thank you." I say. Gotdamn, I should've actually took time to write a speech.

People clapped. My teacher is staring like I got her fucked up for that. "You can't be serious, JeMontae. That was a terrible speech. I have seen your grade point average. You're a straight A student. That was not the speech that a young man with exceptional test scores and an early ACT test score of a perfect 36 should have done." she says. "Dang... how did you take the ACT early? Did you really make a perfect score? I bet all the colleges are after you." some girl says.  "Nah... you can't be serious with that fake ass Gucci jacket on." I say to my teacher.