~ Tyga POV ~
I held my head in my hands. I probably just fucked up. I knew that Paz was everything that I wanted. Needed.
Paz was slowly beginning to take over my mind. Everything I thought about had to do with her. I sighed and stood up.
I considered my options. I thought about going to find her, but realized that she might be crying. I wouldn't be able to bear seeing her cry. I knew it would break me.
Espicially since I made her cry. But if I just went to class, she would think I didn't care. Damn, what do I do? Fuck it.
I started walking towards the front of the school to look for Paz. Her emotions were more important than mine. I wanted her, so I was going to get her. Just as I was about to open the door, Mr.Jacobs, our first period Math teacher walked in.
"Ah, Michael. Just the young man I wanted to see. Can you come to class for a minute?"
"Actually nah. I'm kind of busy." I made an attempt to go out the door. He blocked the door and looked at me.
"I asked like it was a question, but it was a command. Step into the classroom Michael."
"For what?" I was mad. He raised an eyebrow at me and I sighed. I walked back to the classroom. I still had about 20 minutes till class started. Fuck did this bald nigga want? I walked into the room and this light skin girl was sitting down. Mr.Jacobs walked in behind me and called her over.
"Aleeyah, can you come here?" She got up and walked over to us. I can't lie, she was cute and thick, but she was honestly nothing compared to Paz.
"Aleeyah, this is Michael. He'a a transfer from Compton High."
"Hi Michael. I'm Aleeyah." She smiled at me.
"Cool." I was being rude but I didn't give a fuck. She looked at Mr.Jacobs.
"Well Michael, your SAT scores were low, and it might affect your chances at college." Mr.Jacobs said
"Do you plan on going to college anyways?" Aaleeyah asked me.
"Yeah, did your mom or dad go?" Her mouth dropped open.
"Yes th-" she tried to say.
"I don't really care." I shrugged.
"Michael!" Mr.Jacobs said.
"Mr.Jacobs!" I answered. He sighed.
"Michael, I'm trying to give you a change to higher your scores."
"Oh foreal? Well I don't need it."
"Michael can you just attend one meeting with Aalyeeah just to try it out?"
"Whatever mane." I waved him off. He stood up and walked towards the door. He turned around.
"Im headed to the teachers lounge. Aaleeyah, did you want anything?"
"No thank you though Mr.Jacobs." She answered. He left. He didn't even ask me, how rude! I was hungry as fuck too.
"Okay Michael, or can I call you Tyga?" She smiled.
"Do not call me Tyga." Her smile faded. I needed to see Paz before class. She leaned close to me and put her hand on my thigh.
"Playing hard to get huh?" She licked her top lip. I'm no liar so I'm just gone say it. This bitch breath smelled like hot onions and she looked ugly as hell trying to seduce me right now. I touched my eyebrows. She furrowed hers.
"What are you doing?"
"Making sure your breath didn't burn my eyebrows off." She smiled.
"You got jokes, funny." She laughed. My nostrils almost fell off my face. Damn bitch. She was still pretty close to me. I shifted away from her. She got even closer to me. I heard the door open and I thanked God. I was sure it was Mr.Jacobs.
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