Nicki
When this nigga told me he might have a daughter, I aint gonna lie it did hurt. But you know, chicks are grimey nowadays. They try to set a nigga up and trust me, I ride for me and mine. Imma hold my nigga down these next couple of days until we find out if the baby is his or not. All I know is, if it is his, I aint gonna be babysitting nor going over his house when that baby over there but if the baby isn’t his, of course I’m spending the night and chillin with him all the time. I don’t want to seem like an asshole but honestly, what girl wants to fuck or chill with a nigga with kids? Not I. Anyway, Mikal actin a little too close to me I mean like, this hugging and lingering on me is pissing me off and I know Dahmiere gonna say something to him so imma leave it alone. We only had two more classes until I could get him alone and talk to him about Mikal. I mean he was cute, but T-boogie looked like trey songz and that alone was turning me on. Then Roc, he reminded me of Tyga, but Mikal…he just looked like himself. He aint really do not have any dope swag nor was his sneakers all that hot. I’m a huge sneaker head so I know my boyfriend gotta have some better sneakers then dirty ass concords. I shook my head and ate my salad. Shockingly it was good. Usually the lettuce is old and tasting like dirt but this was actually good. I went ham on that salad and then I saw a group of girls approaching the table.
“Hey Dahmiere” the darkest one said. She was like a dark chocolate color but she was pretty. Her wardrobe wasn’t all that. He dropped his arm from around me and looked at the light skinned chick that was really pretty. She had a Chinese bob and her make-up made her look like a Barbie doll. She was wearing this cute yellow romper with yellow accessories and her yellow and shite vans. I had to admit, she was bad. Apparently Dahmiere was feeling the same way cause he was practically drooling over her. All the other guys except T-boogie was flocking the other chicks. Soon, it was just me and him sitting at the table while the others left.
“Wow, they’re fucked up” He said laughing.
“Yeah I know right” The rest of lunch he and I talked about everything we could. He even walked me to my Dance class and I thanked him. Before he left he stopped me.
“I don’t know if you know this but Mikal likes you”
“Oh I know, but the feeling isn’t mutual, besides did you see what he did at the lunch table?” He nodded and laughed.
“Yeah I know, ok then you wouldn’t mind me asking you out then would you?” I shook my head and he was happy as hell. “Aiight, let me get your number so I can text you” He said and I typed my number in his phone and put my name as “My boo Nicki” With a kiss emoticon. He laughed and waved goodbye and I walked into the dance studio. I felt my IPhone vibrate and I saw his name in the text message. I saved his number in my phone as “Fake ass Trey Songz” and sent him a smiley face. The dance teacher seemed cool as hell. Although Dahmiere walked in late, she didn’t care. Instead she played some hip-hop music and told us to come up with a dance.
“Nicki, why didn’t you change?” Dahmiere asked. I realized everyone but me had on sweatpants.
“Well I aint know I needed to change, eff it, I’m good” I took him and we came up with a hot dance routine. It was four of us in a group and two guys and one girl. The girl and I were basically popping the whole damn dance but it was hot. The teacher clapped and told me to bring sweatpants next class. I nodded and the bell rang.
“Time for chemistry” I sighed and went into the classroom. 45 minutes in hell I thought sitting down in the back of the lab room.
