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"And you haven't heard from Fuck Shit either?" Ray questions as I shake my head, holding my books to my chest as I stroll down the hallway.
"I haven't but knowing Fuck Shit, he's probably at home trying to recover from a hangover or at some hoe's place" Diggy states, pausing at her locker to throw her bag inside.
"I hope so... Where did Brandon get a gun from?"
"Don't say that shit so loud" We hear causing us to turn around to Brandon.
"What the fuck happened last night?" I interrogate him.
"Nothing" he replies as I roll my eyes and push past him to get to my locker. I punch in the number and unlock it stuffing the books in my hands into the locker full of photos and childish ass stickers that I've grown out of but haven't been bothered to take off or replace.
"Why you tripping? Every nigga in the hood has a gun it's mandatory" Brandon tells me as I shut the locker, leaning against it.
"You're not every nigga, you're my boyfriend and your not supposed to be running around here like no thug"
"I thought you said you liked thugs" he jokes, grinning as I pull a straight face, trying to let him know how serious I am. "I'm playing, it's only for protection, last night if I didn't have my gun on me we would of got caught, but I think I hit one of em"
I sigh.
"WHATS UP MY NIGGAS?!" Fuck Shit yells coming down the corridor and spuds Brandon rustling his curls.
"Yo, what the fuck happened to your ass last night?" Brandon questions fixing his hair after Fuck Shit had messed it up.
"After we split up I went to Kayla's crib, you know get my shit on" he chuckle.
"You're a fool man"
"Mhmm" He hums as the bell goes off.
"I'll see y'all bitches later" he sings heading off as I roam away heading to my class with Brandon behind me. I enter the classroom as Mrs Payton looks up.
"Lark, a word"
"Fuck sake" I cuss to myself, under my breath heading over to her disk.
"Yes Mrs Payton?"
"Do you think your dressed appropriately for class? Your whole midriff is out, your tops low showing off a lot of your chest" she bitches, it's the same shit everyday.
"I'm pretty sure everyone in this class has seen a pair of tities before"
"Sit down" she replies in a stern tone not scaring the shit out of no one. I slump down in my chair next to Brandon, Jamal is sitting on the opposite side beside him and Lay is next to me.
"Class today I have some exciting news, we have a group of students coming from a school named West Wood High in Beverly Hills to spend a week with us?"
"What for?" Lay quizzes playing with her braids.
"An experiment"
"Experiment? The fuck? We ain't no animals" Tye pipes up as I shake my head, grabbing my pen to doodle on my palm under the table.
"Well that's between your principle and you, now some students have decided that they would like the full experience and I nominated a few of you to have some stay with you if your parents agree. The students are Miyrah, Nakell, Lola, Tyree, Ajay and Lark" she finishes, making me lift my head up.
"Good, cause my mama was not about to have no strange ass Donald Trump looking kids staying over" Lay mumbles to me.
"Why is she always picking me for shit?"
"I'on know"
Mrs Payton places a letter on my disk. "Get your mom to sign this" she tells me as I pick it up and read it briefly before stuffing it into my bag.
"They'll be here on Wednesday, 9am so make sure your here nice and early to welcome them" she comments before finally starting to teach us something.
3:45pm.
I wait for the school bus to pull up next to Brandon who is finishing up the last of his blunt before we hop on the bus. The bus driver is always late, but usually he's here by now.
"Ohh, shit" Brandon screeches, balling his hand into a fist and putting it to his mouth.
"What?" I question, but he ignores me while jumping off the wall. I watch as he lightly jogs crossing the road to go up to a red Impala. It's Flaco. Everyone in the hood knows Flaco by default, he robs niggas, shoots at them, his basically an adult sized bully and the hood is his playground. I've never had a conversation with him, I hope I never had to, apparently he spent two years in prison for kidnapping another gang bangers girl and child over $600.
I watch Brandon spud Flaco and whoever else he had in the car next to him. I didn't even know that Brandon knew them like that, what the fuck?
"The bus ain't come yet?" Ray asks out of breath as I shake my head, still staring at the whip full of bangers and Brandon.
"Good, I was stuck in detention thinking I was about to miss the shit" he replies before gulping down some water.
"I didn't even know Brandon knew Flaco"
"What?" Ray questions as I point to the car, but Ray lightly pulls my hand down.
"Don't point... shit, who knows what Brandon is up to these days"
"Ayo Lark! Imma ride with them!"
"K" I reply back as he climbs into the back of the car and the speed off.
