Everybody loves Keith Powers, so why not? Enjoy this book of everyone's favorite long neck caramel man!
BTW Keith is one of the funniest people ever, just wanted to mention that.
Currently on hold, imma come back to it soon though.
I sat in genetics class, taking notes on something I don't even understand. I'm only in this class cause I forgot to pick my courses for this year. My teacher was droning on and on about something, and the only thing I could pay attention to was my phone. My friend Woody was talking about this girl named Y/N. She's the school's bad girl, and every guy wants to be with her. Knowing this, my dumb ass still has a crush on her, even though I know I don't have a chance.
It's not that I'm unpopular. Shit... I'm the freaking captain of the football team, so all the ladies are on me 24/7. I don't want those girls though. They're either hoes or looking for popularity. I'm tired of dating those girls. I want a real one. And I think Y/N is one.
"Ms. Carson, are you missing somebody?" I hear. Looking up at the teacher, Ms. Carson, I see a security guard at the door.
"Um, I don't think so, why?" She asks. The security guard goes into the hall and comes back in, Y/N walking in behind him.
"Found this one roaming the halls with her boyfriend."
"Not my boyfriend, asshole. And for your information, I was on my way to class." Y/N says, rolling her eyes.
"Just sit down." Ms. Carson says. Y/N groans and walks to her desk, which was all the way in the back of the class.
After class ended, Ms. Carson held me and Y/N till all the other kids left. Well actually, she held me. Y/N fell asleep during the lesson and no one was brave enough to wake her up.
"Keith, you do understand you're almost failing my class, right?"
"Yes, Ms. Carson. I'll do better, I promise. I mean, if I fail, then I'm kicked off the football team." I say.
"That's why I'm recommending that you get a tutor."
"A tutor? I don't need no tutor." I say.
"Well without one, you're going to fail my class."
"I can help him, Linda." I hear. I turn around and see Y/N, who was looking beautiful, even after her nap. Her lipstick wasn't even smudged, and she looks just like the queen she always is.
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"I'd rather have one of my more responsible students do it, Ms. Y/L/N." Ms. Carson says.
"Um, Linda, what do I have in your class?" She asks. Ms. Carson sighs.
"A 96-"
"A 96. Which, if I remember correctly, is one of, if not the highest, grades in this damn class. You can't get no more responsible than me." Y/N says. She looks at me. "Keithy~ Gimme your number." My face heats up at the nickname she gives me. I hand her my phone, and she puts her number in it before giving me her phone. I put my number in hers and she smirks at me.
"I'll text you my address. Bye~" She says, walking out. Her ass jiggles as she walks out, making me lick my lips.
"That girl... She's so beautiful and intelligent... If only she would apply herself in school." Ms. Carson says. I look at the door she walked out of. She's gorgeous...
