Jamirah Tillman
"I can't believe they got my nigga." Damoni angrily yelled out as everyone else cried. I'd cried all I could the night I found out he got shot, I had nothing left now. Trell's mother had her arm wrapped tightly around me as she fought the urge to cry. Trell was her only child and just like that, he was gone.
We had been broken up for months but he was still my everything. Whenever he needed me I was there and vice versa. The night he died, he was supposed to be coming to see me. He told me he'd be there. He promised..
I sniffled and quickly wiped my eyes before the tears could even fall. "I'm so sorry this happened." I said to Ms. T, his mother. I kissed her cheek before getting up and leaving. I had a big test I couldn't miss and although my mind wasn't fully there, I still had to get it done.
I sat in the car for a minute, just thinking before I finally pulled off and headed to school. I got there 30 minutes later, just on time for 4th period. After getting my note and stopping by my locker I was walking in class. I took my usual seat in the back and took a pencil from my bag before setting it on my desk.
"Can I borrow a pencil?" His New York accent and the deepness from his voice was somewhat attractive. "No. Should've brought your own shit." I said dryly.
"Ight." He replies simply before leaning over and taking my pencil from off my desk. His cologne crept into my nose and I automatically fell in love with his scent.
I could feel him staring a hole into the side of my face but I paid it no mind. I went to reach in my bag only to find that it wasn't there and my head snapped in his direction to see that beautiful ass smile that seemed to warm me up on the inside.
He had braces and pretty pink lips. I could see a beard coming in and his eyes were gorgeous. He was light skin with deep waves. He wasn't my type of nigga, not that he's a ugly nigga. He was beautiful as fuck honestly.
"Give me my shit back. Fuck is you touching it for anyways." I said with a eye roll causing him to laugh loudly. His laugh was funny and I wanted to laugh too but was too depressed at the moment to even do all that.
"Stop playing, Sierre." I said causing him to look at me with a smile. "Ight." He said simply before giving the bag back.
"I'm keeping yo pencil tho." He says, licking over his lips before his face got serious as the teacher placed the test on his desk and then mine. As I answered the questions with ease I couldn't help but to notice how he seemed to be struggling. I looked over at him and waited for him to do the same and once he did, I motioned towards my paper.
He looked confused for a second before shit finally clicked for him and began copying my answers down. Once he was done, he took both mine and his tests up to the front while I sat back and watched his every move.
He was wearing light washed fitted jeans that sagged slightly, a plain tee with a jean jacket over it, and the latest Jordan's. As he made his way down the aisle and back to his seat I realized that I liked how he walks, and how he carries himself in general.
Class was over 20 minutes later and I wasted no time in leaving. I was halfway down the hallway when I could hear his heavy New York accent calling my name. I continued walking and soon enough he appeared next to me. "You gon make a nigga jog to you every rip? You can't ju' stop walking or meet a nigga halfway?" He said with a eye roll causing me to chuckle.
