Bria
Sitting here bored as fuck in class, I couldn't help but to think about Malik.
Why is he constantly on my mind?
I sigh beginning to get irritated with myself.
"Class we have a new student," the mention of a new student caught my attention. "His name is Trey."
The boy walks in, and I won't lie he's cute enough to catch the attention of most the females at this thirsty ass school.
"Fuck," I heard a girl mumble. I laugh and lowly chuckle at her. She looks at me smiling.
"Girl I know you see his fine ass."
"I'm not about to feed into this guy," I laugh "He looks narcissistic."
"Don't judge a book by its cover," was her last words before I started droning her out.
I look back up, only to notice that he was heading my way. Wondering why he was coming in my direction, I glance around.
"An empty chair," I thought aloud. I guess he heard me because he responded.
"Yeah, is this somebody chair?" He asked stopping in his tracks.
"Nah you straight," I say drawing on my notebook.
"Malik?" He asks leaning over. I shut my book looking in his direction. I don't know why but his presence irritated me.
"We don't know each other, and you're already sticking your head in my business?" I ask annoyed.
"It was a joke, calm down." He say leaning back in his chair. I just huff and roll my eyes.
"Aye, wassup with yo' attitude?" He ask sitting up.
"It's who I am," I shrug "um what is your name again?"
"Trey, but I bet you knew that already," he smirked. I look at him with a stank face.
"I didn't care to remember," I shut him down instantly.
"You won't never get a nigga with that attitude," He laughs "I feel bad for whoever bro is."
"Okay stop talking to me then."
"Say no more bitch,"
"WHO THE FUCK-"
"Bria!" The teacher called out. I turned in her direction. "Say something else and I'm sending you out okay?"
I ball my fist up and blow a breath out.
"Whatever," I reply and lean back.
"You're already portraying the angry black girl role," he smirks "any other actions to prove me right?"
"You don't know me from shit so stop trying you fucking weirdo," I snap.
"Isn't that what you did to me?" He ask "you probably thought I was conceited and all about myself."
At this point I started ignoring him.
