New Love

Hazelton

Blaze boy has once again knocked the shit out of me but this time literally. But can't stop looking at me like he's in love with me. But that's probably in my head because it always is. How can someone love me or even like me? I'm too skinny. My friends have always called me pretty and the guys who have called me pretty only wanted to get into my pants.

"I'm sorry, my bad ma," he said and I flinched. I know this boy ain't just call me "ma". "Umm did I say sum wrong."

"Yeah you knocked into me again for no reason and called me a degrading name," I said. He looked low-key hurt and tried to hide it but I read people well enough.

"I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Suck my dick," I said and walked away with my things, leaving him shook. He came in and sat down next to me. After a few seconds, he began talking to me again. Dudes here just can't take a hint.

"Look ion know what the fuck your problem is but save the shit for someone else," he said in a vexed way.

"Well excuse me I totally forgot you were my father. Hop off my dick."

"Ain't nobody on your dick hoe," he said causing me to go off.

"Fuck you! Ion know who the hell you think you are for you to be talkin to me like that. I'm not your friend or your girlfriend. I don't even know you so leave me the fuck alone," I said while putting my hand in his face. Before I knew it he grabbed my hand so I pushed him. We were really bout to fight until Ms. Pinkett came in hollering.

"What is going on," she asked in her whiny voice. We both rolled our eyes and looked at each other. I looked away right away because I seriously don't like him (at the moment).

"You too partner up again now. No buts or anything," she said sternly and I groaned as I walked to his table. He wasn't so pleased either. When I got to my seat I shoved him purposely and smirked as if to say "you can't do shit". Then before I knew I was on the ground because his shove was as hard as the hulk touching something.

"If there's still a problem I'm pretty sure Mr. Seriello would love to help you solve it," Mrs. Pinkett.
"No it's fine," we both said in unison. I went back to my seat and wrote in my note: kinda strong for a bird chest and he wrote back. 
Kinda bipolar for a psycho
I looked at him and he looked embarrassed because we both knew that made no sense. We both started laughing, which earned us a stank look from Mrs. Pinkett, who then went back to teaching polyatomic ions and other compounds. I threw out the note and began paying attention but I could feel his eyes burn the side of my face time to time. 

At lunch, Rociello is sober but upset and doesn't talk for a while. "Sooo what book are you reading now," I asked her but it only earned me a look of disgust then she went back to stabbing her apple. "So I want to get a dog but I can't decide between a husky or golden retriever, what do you think?" 

"You can't see that there's something wrong with me, you're too narcissistic to notice," she said as she looked at me with glossy eyes but a face full of hatred. Which only made more confused on which emotion to feel and tone to answer her back in.

"I didn't want to assume that you were angry and figured you'd talk about it when you're ready." She just laughed and brushed my comment off. "Well when you're ready you know where to find me."

"I actually don't. I don't know why you think we're best friends just because we sit together. You've never met my dad and I don't even know where you live. I don't even know your true intentions of being my friend, for all I know you just pity me."

"I don't know where all of this is coming from. If you always felt like then you should've said something."

"What if I don't care enough or want to be your friend," she said in a nonchalant way and looked at me with tired, now dry eyes.

"Fine," was all I said before I just left the cafeteria in a dramatic way. I headed for the library because no matter where I am that seems to be my sanctuary. I took a book from the encyclopedia set they have and hid behind it as I began to bawl my eyes out. Like things weren't hell for me already. From having to always see the guy who used my body to let go of his sexual frustration and desires kiss my sister's lips and feeling unsafe in my own home to losing the only friend I have here. 

                        Just as I was about to leave the school I remembered that I had detention. Greatttttt!!! So I threw my body back into the school and dragged my body to classroom 115, where detention takes place. I entered the room and instantly regretted pushing Nicki down. The air burned my nostrils with the smell of weed and straight ass like someone has been using this room to get nasty. Before I could proceed, a brawny man stopped me by yelling at me for  no reason. But I didn't understand a word he said because  of his braces, so blaze by who was right behind me repeated it for me. 

"He said you need to sign in," he said so I did and I went to the back to find a seat. However, some emo girl with blonde hair would.t move her foot when I stood right in front of her.

"The word is excuse me," she said while filing her nails then looked at me and her face went through a process of recognition even though I've never met her before. "Heyyy, you're that girl who beat my cousin's ass right. Come on I know you're not scary break my leg to get pass."

"Ayooo, Noelia let her through," blaze boy said from behind me. She removed her foot and said something like "you're lucky he's here" under her breath. Then as I passed she spit on me and I was ready to throw some hands but blaze boy held me back. She kept yelling at me which made me want to break her jaw. 

Instead I sat down because I couldn't get into anymore trouble especially not with this prostitute. Blaze boy sat down next to me. 

"So what do you call me in your head or did you already presume my name," he asked me and I looked dumbfounded so he tried to be more clear. "Like I know you think of me."

"Why do you think that?" I asked as I felt my cheeks burn. I'm so happy I have melanin or people all the way in Louisiana would see my red hot face.