Never Had (Urban Fiction)

Chapter Six

A/N: I changed their grades, they're in 11th grade.

Tremaine Moses

I stared at my bleeding knuckles. I swear I'ma fuck that Daniel up if I see his ass in the streets. "Tremaine Moses report to the principal's office." the secretary's voice said over the PA. I walked out of the front office into Mr. England, the principal,'s office. He was already in his seat waiting for me with an unsurprised look on his face. I sat down in the chair that was in front of his desk.

I was chillin', not bothering nobody. Nobody. I really don't understand why I always get in trouble. But anyways, I'm chillin' and this nigga Daniel steps to me on some bullshit! Telling me if I wanna talk shit, then square up. So I did, and I blew that nigga shit out. Then he started talking shit about my mama, I blacked out. When I finally came back, I was being escorted out of the classroom and into the hallway. From the corner of my eye, I could see Daniel's face bleeding.

"How many days I got?" I said trying to avoid a lecture from Mr. England. "This is the 5th fight you've been in this year, Tremaine! You seriously need to get yourself together. I've seen your grades, you're very intelligent. But if you continue to let foolishness get in your way, I have no choice but to force you to repeat the 11th grade."

Mr. England was a bald, black, middle aged man who was the principal at Lodge-Ford High School.

"Aw hell nah! I'm not 'gon repeat no whole fuckin' grade!" I testified as I crossed my arms.

"Watch your language!" Mr. England warned.

"All I'm saying is that, I'm tryna repeat 11th grade, okay?"

"I heard you the first time. You have one more time to get suspended and you'll have to repeat. I have no choice."

"Man, this some bullshit." I mumbled.

"Let's cut the bullshit Tremaine, lose the attitude and make it easier for both of us by staying out of trouble. I don't want to make you repeat, and I damn sure don't want to see you in my office every month. But like I said, I don't have a choice."

I rolled my eyes. I don't got time for this shit. I just wanna blow some trees, and go home.

"Bruh, I just wanna know how many days I got."

"You got a week out of school suspension. Also, a month of community service."

"What the f-" I sighed, remembering to watch my profanity. "Why do I have to do community service?!"

"You could use the credits, and I'll adjust your record if you're willing to work with me and go through with the month of community service. Deal?"

"Whatever, mane. Can I leave now?"

"Yeah, and go get your hand cleaned up. That shit looks disgusting." He said, waving me off dismissively.

I left and went to the Nurse's room.

I sat down on the cot, and waited for Ms. Jackson, the school nurse, to come.

Me and Mr. England had a mutual understanding. Mr. England ain't tolerate no bullshit, and neither did I.

Once she finally came back, she greeted me with a warm smile. I love Ms. Jackson bruh. She so damn nice. The sweetest old lady you can find.

"How you doing today baby?" she said sweetly.

I sighed. "Same old, same old. I need to get my hand wrapped up, and I probably got some cuts on my face."

She got out her first aid kit, and poured peroxide into the cuts on my bloody knuckles. I hissed at the burning sensation after she cleaned the wounds on my hand.