Adhesive

Something Different

Denise had been Azeeza's friend since middle school, back when Azeeza's parents went bankrupt and were forced to move out of their home in Ocean Oaks and into an apartment in Crenshaw Landings. Not only that, but Azeeza was forced to leave her friends at her old Private school to go to a public school she was now zoned to where the educational system wasn't as great as it was back at Imani Elementary.

Azeeza didn't feel wanted at her new school. Everybody hated the fact that she was smarter than them. They teased her because she regularly had gotten A's and was in 5th grade. By 6th grade she was forced to go back to a low performing school, Caldwell, where fortunately she met Denise.

It was the second month of school and Azeeza was hardly paying attention to trying to make friends, she was too busy trying to get grades, which in reality was a synch.

While Azeeza was taking her notes for second period Reading class, she noticed Denise's hand spring up. She wondered to herself "What's she so excited for?"

Azeeza looked at Mr. Haight write the rest of the notes on the board and back at Denise. For about three minutes Denise sat there with her hand up still anxious to say whatever she had planned. Finally Mr. Haight wrote down the last word to his notes and turned around to notice Denise's hand. "Yes Ms. Patrick? "

Denise dropped her hand with conviction. "Could it be possible that Kim destroyed the house to once and for all get her mother's attention? I mean, considering that her mother obviously wasn't responding to the good things Kim was doing." Azeeza thought to herself "She came up with that before Mr. Haight was done with the notes. She had her hand up for about five minutes and before those five minutes Haight wasn't even halfway through with the notes." She looked back down at the notes she had written and was surprised to figure that she had come up with the same analogy. 

" Yes Denise precisely. " Mr. Haight turned back around to his desk found a funsize Hershey bar and threw it Denise's way. Boy did Azeeza love Hershey.

                                                           

"Watch out boy!" Azeeza looks up at Tre'maine smiling down at her, "where you in a rush to be?" she looks at him and twist her neck, smiling.

"By you duh." He pulls her in giving her a hug that aquires him to squeeze her ass.

Shoving his chest making him stumble, but only so much a 240 pound varsity football player can be moved by she says "Boy this is the hallway. Do I look like one of your little thotties?"

"No, you don't Azeeza" he says smiling, "we've been going out for a year. Everybody knows now."

"I don't give a damn who knows. Now go on to class bighead."

"Yes ma'am" Before walking away he kisses her cheek, where her complexion is a little bit lighter from the sun bursting through the open front doors of the school building.

It was true, Azeeza and Tre'maine had been going out for a full year now. But she never gave it up to him, because it wouldn't feel right whether her virginity had been taken away from her or not. She just wasn't sexually attracted to Tre'maine, but she loved the way he made her feel. Like a lady, like his lady. He always gave her nothing but the up most respect: He'd kiss her on the cheek when he knew her lips weren't feeling it, if there ever was a door to hold best believe he'd hold it making sure to walk in after her, and as far as she knew Azeeza was his only girl. She only teased him about having hoes sometimes because he's a varsity football player and she knows personally how girls are. In some sense there was a bit of sexual attraction.

"Denise! Girl I know you not going to class without me!" Denise was one of those personal girls she knew. Denise could never stay in a relationship more than about four weeks, five weeks top. She knew that these boys would ultimately distract her from the prize: getting to college and out of her grandmothers basement. Now it wasn't too much of a shabby place, the basement that is. Her grandmother spent almost all of her savings trying to make that room feel like home. 10 years before she moved in with her grandmother both her mother and father died arguing in a burning house, they were completely unaware. It doesn't haunt her anymore or even hurt her, it drives her burning passion to succeed in life and make her mother and father actually agree on something: they partially raised a child who succeeded in life.

Azeeza caught up to Denise who was held up in a full conversation with Justin.

"Sorry Justin we gotta get to class, she'll talk with you later", Azeeza looked at Denise and turned back around to watch Justin walk away. She turned back around to Denise "Your welcome."

"Too damn bad too, I was finna get lunch money." Denise laughed and her and Azeeza walked in their first period class, U.S History with Mr. Clinton.

"Alright class take out your books, this isn't the first day of school." Clinton had his eyes specifically on Deonte. "That dude always tired." Azeeza thought to herself as she pulled out the book everyone had a week to buy. Oh how she loved to read, just not when she knew she had to. She'd procrastinate most of the time and other times she'd go up to her room, lay down, crack open the book, and literally be reading for about two hours. Most of that time her mom would have to remind her to come down to eat dinner. She caught herself daydreaming and looked back up at Mr. Clinton. " Before anyone ask, yes we are going to be reading the prologue of this book." Everybody sighed. " Now turn to it."

As soon as the bell rang Azeeza and Denise ran out of that class as fast their legs could go. "Girl I see you at lunch Denise told Azeeza as she headed to catch up with Justin."