I'm just a teacher (Never fall in love with a young thug pt 2)

9 (August p.o.v )

"I know it was dat nigga," I mumbled angrily to Chris. "Dat nigga was talkin bout ma moms, I ain't like the shit he was sayin so I shoved him. Next thing I know we was fightin, an I accidentally punched ma teacher in her face-,".

Chris started laughing. "Yo Aug you punched ya teacher in the face? They ain't suspend you?".

I sucked my teeth. "Nah man, da principal was tryna suspend me but he said ma teacher ain't wanna suspend me,".

"You talking bout that teacher in your first period class?".

I scrunched up my face. "Yea, why?".

He shook his head before he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up.

"Nothing, she just fine as fuck but continue with ya story,".

I shrugged. "Yea so like I was sayin afta everything happened an school ended I was walkin home, next thing I know I feel somethin hard bang me in da back a ma head. I get a little light headed an I fell. All I feel is somebody feet stompin me out an-,".

"And nobody saw this?" Chris interrupted blowing smoke from between his lips.

"Nah man I on't think so, lemme finish. An everything got blurry. Dem niggas robbed me too, took ma gold plated earrings ma moms bought meh when I was a youngin an dem niggas took ma phone. All I remember is waking up in ma teacher apartment. She said she found me unconscious behind a dumpster,".

"The same teacher that didn't suspend you?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I nodded. "Yea,".

Chris chuckled, putting the cigarette back to his lips.

"Can't she get fired for taking a student to her apartment? You sure she ain't drug you then rape you?".

I shoved my hands in my pockets.

"Yeah I was thinkin dat too but nah she a good person I guess,".

"What?" Chris chuckled. "Did Aug just say someone is a good person?".

I chuckled lightly. "Nah I on't know, she just seem genuinely concerned wit people. Like I on't know how to explain it, it's like she not even a teacher,".

I rubbed my hand over my face. "Anyways, we gotta take dis nigga out,".

Chris stared at me for a couple seconds then he stood up, throwing his cigarette on the ground.

"Aug you know I'll ride for you but it's not that simple. I can't just kill a nigga you got beef with. I got a boss and he tells us who we gotta take down,".

"Who ya boss? Milo and Pipe?".

"Nah, they my partners," Chris retorted.

"So ya got guns like ya some big time gangstas but at da end a da day ya taking orders from another nigga?" I questioned, feeling my anger rise.

"Aug at the end of the day I'm getting paid, I'm not gonna kill a nigga for free,".

I blew out a breath. "Aight, Ima head out May prolly got outta school,".

"Be safe Aug," Chris said as he dapped me, then walked me to his front door.

I left Chris' house with one thing on my mind and one thing only.

That nigga Melvin messed with the wrong one.

And if my homie Chris wasn't gon help me take him out, then I was gonna do it by myself.

***

I sniffled lightly as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and entered my first class. My face was stinging and I just wanted to stay home but I knew I couldn't miss any more days of school if I wanted to graduate on time.

As usual, Ms. Aiko was standing on her tippy toes writing something on the board. I snickered lightly so that only I could hear. She was so short. After our discussion at her apartment a couple of days ago things were definitely different. I felt like she was always trying to be extra nice to me. Like she was trying to prove to me that she was nice. I wasn't used to people caring about my opinion of them, and honestly it was a little weird.

"August," She said without looking away from the board.

"Huh?" I asked with a louder than intended voice.

To be honest I just wanted to sit and relax, I had already had a rough morning since May didn't want to go to school, she told me some girls were bullying her in school; I told her I would handle the situation and I planned to do that tomorrow morning. Plus, Chris had met me at my apartment earlier in the morning to discuss me being the driver for another one of his demanded killings. At first I said no, but then when Chris pulled out another large stack of money from his Adidas backpack I quickly changed my statement. And to top everything off, it seemed like every morning Ms. Aiko needed me to run an errand.

She turned to face me, a smug grin on her face.

"I just wanted to ask a question,".

"Ma bad I ain't mean ta come off disrespectful. Jus had a rough morning," I explained shortly.

"Oh, well I was just going to ask you if you wanted some breakfast food?" She held up a Dunkin Donuts bag. "The worker's screwed up my order and I didn't wanna be late, and since you're the only student here right now, I figured I could give it to you,".

I smirked at her holding the Dunkin Donuts bag up. I hadn't ate breakfast since my morning turned out rushed, and I was hungry but I refused to look like some type of charity case. Ever since she had tried to pay for my groceries at that store, it seemed like she tried to be overly friendly.

"Nah I'm straight,".

"You sure?" She asked. "It's a croissant sandwich and hash browns, I would hate to have to throw it away,".

"Listen, I ain't' need ya ta try ta help pay fa ma groceries dat day, I ain't need ya ta bring me ta ya apartment a couple of days ago, an I on't need dat food. I ain't a damn charity case," I retorted.

I know I probably sounded rude but to be honest I didn't care.

She stood there with an astonished look on her face, she placed her hand over her chest.

"August, I apologize if I ever made you feel like a charity case. I promise you that was never my intentions,".

"Listen, jus stick ta teachin. Don't try ta do nothin extra," I mumbled.

"I'm really sorry August, I didn't mean to get you upset with my actions, I was just being nic-,".

"Oh yea cut that phony 'I'm jus a nice person' act'. Cuz ta me, ya been actin a little extra nice ta me. Why? Cuz ya feel bad fa me? I don't need ya sympathy," I hissed.

Her whole 'I'm just a nice person' act was pissing me off even more.

"No August," She sighed. "I'm just nice to you because I think you're special,".

I shot her a confused glance but before I could ask her what she meant, a bundle of students began to come into the room.

I stared at her for awhile as she turned her attention to a few students entering the room, she smiled at each of them. The same smile she had gave me a couple of seconds ago.

Maybe I was tripping, Maybe she just was nice to everyone.