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ATL 5:00 Parkland Avenue On a coach

"What's your name?"

"Honae Dervona"

The blonde-eyed bimbo screwed me beneath her five-foot mascara, like I cared about her opinions. Her tacky fingernails scratched the paper as they went down, checking if my name wasn't there. Everything about her was so fake, from her hair, obviously weave, to her shoes, those fake Timbs were irritating my eyeholes. This girl was purposely taking her time, if it was not enough that I was wide awake at 5:00 in the morning. I was not in the mood to be played right now. I could take this bimbo in two seconds. Seeing as she still had difficulty finding my name, I bent over her and pointed over her finger.

"It's right there. You've passed it like 3 times already. Under D. You of all people should know what it's like to be there."

With a wink, I brushed past her, leaving her mouth open and the people behind me laughing. I let myself have a little smile. It wasn't everyday I actually opened my mouth to shut people up, I'd usually use my fists. Or my knuckledusters. Which reminds me, where were they?

As I searched my bag, a hand came around my waist and all of a sudden, my neck was instantly hot.

"Hola bonita. I love your raven tattoo on your neck. Can I kiss it?"

The persons hand reached out to  push my hair away when I grabbed it and twisted it behind him. I was already pissed at the bimbo at the entrance of the coach. I am not in the mood.

"Don't you ever touch me in your life or you will regret being b-"

The guy gently took my hand off his and gave me a bear hug, catching me off guard completely.

"Is that anyway to greet your friends? Honey Bee I thought you were better than that."

I blinked rapidly when he called my nickname. Like do I know you? He pulled me out of the hug and I got a glance at his face. The smile on my face reflected my emotions right then and there. After we did our long handshake <vid in the corner>, I laid into him with a buzz, I was happy he was here.

"Jhall!!! Don't ever do that again or I will beat you!"

"Isn't that what you always say? By the way," He guided me up the stairs of the coach, there were two levels, and lead me to wherever he wanted to go, "You're sitting next to us."

Huh? I thought THEY weren't coming. After they gave me this long spiel of a speech, saying how they couldn't come with me, that I'd have to go by myself. I didn't have time to deal with any of them. I was about to turn when Jamaal came out of nowhere and picked me up and over his shoulder.

"Jamaal. Nice to see you too. Now can you put me down because A) I'm not five B) I can walk perfectly fine by myself and C) I don't want to see them sorry excuses for friends."

"Bee just give them a chance. They didn't mean to say that to yo-"

" They didn't mean to say that because they didn't want to see me. I know. End of. Just take me to my seat. They're saying everybody should sit down."

" You sit next to Zaire. Window seat, I know how you like it......."

Jamaal trailed off as I walked angrily to my seat. They thought I didn't notice that look that went between them. Well whatever. I am not going to talk to them when I get there. I am going to ignore them and give them the silent treatment like they did to me. I will blank them and tune them out. I will.......

"Honey Bee!!!!!!! You made it!!!! Gurl come over here!!"

Kia's voice floated past me as I walked past her triumphant in her facial expression. She quickly turned to Ana and whispered "What's wrong with her?"

If I told them right now, that would classify as communication so I am not going to even open my mouth at all.

 Zaire was sleeping as usual across the two seats, one of which was mine. I didn't want to talk to any of them but how am I meant to sit. As I thought through how to get to my seat, a plan came to mind. I blew on my nails and pinched the area below his belly button and he woke up with a start. He first rubbed his eyes then rubbed his balls. I screwed my face as he smiled at me. It was so confusing with this boy. He was so weird. Hardly affected by anything.

I couldn't tolerate this boys smiles anymore so I gave him a cold glare and pointed at my seat.

"Mine. Now. Get up or move."

Zaire stood up quickly, his face contorted as I moved into the row and sat down. I took out my phone and earphones, and searched for music to listen to. To block all these losers out. Zaire quickly ran to Jhall and Jamaal who started speaking to him in a hurried, more like crazy frenzy. They kept making hand gestures to me which was fine because I didn't care what they thought of me at that moment. Jhall kept giving me these nervous glances and Zaire kept tugging at Jamaals sleeve, trying but ineffectively trying to pull him towards me.

Ana noticed them arguing and ran up to them. They quickly pulled her into the huddle and started talking even lower. I don't even know why I was affected by their nonsense. It wasn't my business. They definitely didn't want it to be my business, seeing how they kept glancing at my direction and dropping their voices even lower. Who ever cares? Not me.

I went through my playlist and found my song of the moment. Senile by Tyga, Nicki Minaj and Lil' Wayne. Bliss for my head in these cruel times. This is why I sometimes like being anti-social sometimes. I get to listen to my favorite music most of the time. It was about to start when I saw Kia walk to the group and start to talk louder and angrier than most of them talking.

As the music began and Tyga started rapping, the faint voice of Kia screaming at my "accqaintainces" melted away.

"Will somebody please tell me what's going on with her......."

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High in the video........

You senile?