Unidentified Colors.

Tardies & Apologies.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and I glanced over at my phone to check the time.

"7:50 AM", is what my phone read.

"Damn!", I squealed as I jumped up out of my bed, and into my bathroom.

I didn't have to really do anything to my hair besides comb through it and brush my edges down, since I had wrapped it the night before.

Then I quickly did my regular routine and ran back to my room. I threw on a plain fitting grey T, skinny jeans, and my dark gray converse. Then my gold locket I always where that my mom gave me when I was younger. I've never taken it off.

I looked at myself in my full body mirror for a moment, and figured I looked pretty decent.

That doesn't mean what was going on with my emotional self was any good.

I quickly made my way down the stairs, to see my brother (Dae) cutting up the drugs that were to be sold in the dark hours of the night.

He's 19 and about 6'2. Tall, dark, buff, tattoos. He got so many girls chasing after him. But he's amazing and all I have left.

"You know you about late as shit right?", he chuckled, his eyes not leaving the drugs.

"Nah foreal? I thought I was right on time bro", I scoffed grabbing my backpack and a pop tart.

"Don't get smart. I'm yo ride", he said trying to make a straight face which soon turned into a smile.

"Yeah whatever" I smiled back.

"Aight, let's go.", Dae said grabbing his keys and putting the drugs in a bag.

"Wait. Actually. I'll drive myself. I forgot I have practice today", I reminded Dae and myself.

I got into my car and sped off to school.

When I arrived, I quickly got out the car and made my way through the gates of hell. Alright, maybe not hell but close to it.

I ran to class and tried to sneak in, but to no avail.

"Ms. Smyth. Why am I not surprised", Mrs Rale said.

"I'm sorry. It's not my fault I-"

"I don't need your excuses Ms. Smyth. I need you to be on time to my class, now go take your seat", she said as she continued writing on the board.

I dislike teachers like her. Referring to her students as "Mr. nd Ms", like okay?

Besides that she was a pretty chill teacher. She was an shortish, old hispanic with long brown hair, and dark brown eyes.

I made my way to the back and sat next to my best friend August. We been chill since 8th grade.

"Late again shawty", he smirked.

"No shit nigga", I scoffed sounding a little mad. I get irritated easily with this amount of sleep I'm getting.

"Damn, I'm sorry shawty", he said in his mild New Orleans accent. Which sounded so sexy.

August was born and raised in New Orleans. But his dad left him and his mom, so they decided to start a new life here in Chicago.

For the rest of the period, Mrs. Rale went on and on about U.S history.

Finally the bell rang and everyone quickly gathered there things and rushed out the door.

August and I made our way out the door...."Ms. Smyth, can I speak to you for a moment?"

Tf she wanna talk to me for.

"Um okay".

"I'll just wait for you outside ...", August said as he put on his backpack.

I walked up to her desk.

"What's up?", I asked really uninterested.

"I've just been wondering why you're always so late to my class?", she asked with a face of concern.

"I just stay waking up late. That's all", I lied.

She frowned. "Jade, are you sure? You know if there's problems at home or something, there's alw-"

"I'm fine damn. Can't a person be late without there having to be some serious issue?", I scoffed cutting her off.

"Jade, I'm only concerned because you're a very bright student, beautiful, and talented. I see a lot of potential in you. Including all your teachers. I'm just making sure I do my utmost to make sure nothing stands in the way of the bright future ahead of you", she said genuinely.

I sighed. "Mrs. Rale thank you. But it's really nothing", I lied again, but gave off a light smile.

She sighed also. "Alright, just know that if there's ever a problem you can always come to me", she said smiling.

"Will do", I said as I walked out the classroom.

Damn. I really appreciated everything she said to me. But even if I wanted to tell her the real reason I was always late. I couldn't.

I walked outside to see August leaning on the wall, going through his phone.

August is honestly really fine. Not only is he amazing on he outside, but on the inside too, if not more. I know it sounds corny, but I'm being 100.

I used to have the biggest crush on him. But I don't know what happened. But I know the feelings haven't disappeared.

August's personality is so everything. He's so sweet and a really good listener. I know I can tell him anything and he won't judge me. I can go to him for advice about anything and his feed back always helps everytime.

He's a tall, carmel skin, with curly dark brow hair. Light brown eyes. He got muscle and a pack. Tattoos. I never really pay attention to what some of them say, and I've never really bothered to ask.

I snuck up on him, reached up, and grabbed his phone and ran down the hall.

"Now I know good and well you finna give me back my phone little girl", he said coming towards me.

"I mean I could. . but where's the fun in that?", I chuckled speed walking away, acting like I was going though his phone.

I was too busy acting that I didn't notice he caught up to me.

He lightly grabbed my arm, and spun me around against the wall with his body pushing against mine.

He's around 6'2 and I'm 5'6. So he had to look down at me. Which I found really sexy.

"My phone little girl", he whispered. His voice sent chills down my back. So much that I couldn't even answer him.

We stared at eachother for a few seconds and he started leaning in. I found myself leaning in too.

"Stop it Jade. You can't", I repeated to myself in my head.

*DIIINNGG*

The bell rang.

"Shit", August said sounding irritated.

I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda disappointed too, but a little happy at the same time.

I slipped away from his grip.

"Aye, we can still do it. Just real quick", he said pouting.

"Tf August no. We can't. We can't be this", I said sounding a little mad.

"But I just thought-"

"No!", I said raising my voice a little.

I handed him his phone and walked away.

As I was walking away, I could feel his eyes burning holes in my back. That's when I realized how harsh and bitchy I probably sounded.

I felt horrible. Being rude and just walking away. Especially considering the fact I couldn't tell him why....