Liam

Chapter 2

•KeeP IN tOUcH•

Hayes

"Bitch, I'm the man, hoe, I'm the man, you know I'm the man"

"Fucking hell!" I swore. It was too early to wake up, especially on a Friday.

Whoever thought that going to school five days a week would be beneficial is in need of a few serious injuries. I continued to listen to "I'm the Man - Remix" by 50 Cent featuring Chris Brown, as I got up to get ready to go to school.

The name's Hayes Coleman, a senior at Hamington Hill High School in New York. In my school the students called me the 'bad boy' all of these dumb teenagers needed to start minding their own fucking business. Though I sure as hell enjoyed the title of the bad boy, it made people mostly be afraid of you and kept them away. But they didn't know anything about me so they spread rumors, like middle schoolers, although I was ignoring all of them ninety-nine percent of the time.

I dressed and was ready to go, I went downstairs only to be greeted by my mother who looked disapprovingly at me, probably because I already missed first and second period. Nonetheless, she handed me coffee and pancakes knowing that they were my favorite, I kissed her head and thanked her.

"Mijo, you can't keep doing that." She started. I stopped eating and looked at her. "Mamá please, not now." She sighed but changed the topic.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" She asked. "Hey, mijo I'm just asking, you know I want you to find one and be happy, and a little while later give me some grandkiddies!"

That was a little too much for me, "Mamá, no! No lo sé ¿Y en qué chinga estás pensando, nietos?"

(Mom no! I don't have one, and what the fuck are you thinking about, grandchildren?)

"Lenguaje mijo! Y sí, pienso en los nietos porque, cariño, está envejeciendo."

(Language my son! And yes I think about grandchildren, dear, I'm getting old)

"Vale, tengo que ir a la escuela ahora." I mumbled trying to get out of the situation.

(Okay I have to go to school now)

"We will talk about this again, now go to school have fun learning!"

I scoffed, "Yeah as if."

"What was that Mijo?"

"Nada, te quiero mamá"

(Nothing, I love you mom)

After that weird conversation I got into my sleek white with complete matte black rims Range Rover, my phone already automatically connecting to the speakers. Searching through my playlist, I found a good song. I started the engine, driving out of the driveway and towards school, "Thick & Pretty" by Quality Control and Migos blasting through the car.

10 minutes later I arrived at the school parking lot and parked my baby at my usual spot, who has a "usual" parking spot, in a school?

The bell went off signaling the third period for me it was one class I actually sort of endured without hating it entirely.

Students rushed around in the halls to get to their classes but when seeing me making space for me to walk through. Sometimes I didn't like it because I do not differ from them so much, I'm human too. Shaking my head to myself, I looked around.

Nothing new, I thought, only the same old; 'nerds' trying to avoid eye contact, some 'jocks' looking at me enviously and girls trying to get my attention by pushing their mostly non-existent ass and boobs, attempting to wink at me seductively. I was actually disgusted by those girls. Did they feel better about themselves when they do that thinking they got my attention? Because it was sure as hell not the way to get it.