THE BLOCK

Love Sick 🤮🤧

Lark's Point Of View.

"...Okay, Courtney 280 divided by 4?" Mr Fadell asks Fuck Shit.

"Uh... 70"

"Correct"

"Maths is my shit" Fuck Shit reminds him, it's probably the only A he's getting, well other than gym and sex ed.

"Language, Quincy, 360 divided by 5?"

"Umm... 73. No 72"

"That's it, come on this was y'all homework, Venessa, 350 divided by 50?"

"7"

"Well done, Brandon?"

"Hmm?" He hums lifting his head up from his desk, sitting up right.

"Are you going to join the lesson or...?" Mr Fadell quizzes sitting up on his desk.

"Oh sorry"

"Late night last night?" He interrogates as Brandon shakes his head.

"I know, you guys might not believe it but I was your age once, your eyes are blood shot red, I know what that means"

"Busted" Jay sings at the back.

"Shut up"

"400 divided by 8?"

"I don't know" Brandon reveals without trying, even though he knows that Mr Fadell is gonna get on his ass about giving up so easily.

"You don't know? So your not gonna try? See, a prime example of what partying on a school night gets you. Imagine if everyone gave up that easily, imagine if Martin Luther King gave up would we all be sitting up in this class room right now?" Mr Fadell starts as I briefly make eye contact with Brandon, who turns away after.

"What about me?" Fuck Shit questions.

"Don't be fooled you're still a nigga"

"Hell yeah I am"

"Fuck Shit your not even light skinned your brown"

"My dad is white though" he snaps back to Cash.

"Haaaa, your dad is white bruh?" Jay's loud mouth fake laughs as if there's anything surprising about what Fuck Shit just said, shit, one of his parents has to be white to make him.

"Jay your dad is taking it from the back in jail bruh" Fuck Shit replies causing the class but Brandon and I to laugh.

"Enough, we're here to learn not get personal, if you want to do that do it at lunch not in here" Mr Fadell interferes before the bell goes off.

I grab my books and bag and attempt to catch up to Brandon who was heading to his next lesson.

"Hey Brandon" I call, as the hallways get packed up with children shuffling like zombies to get to their next class, Brandon turns around and meets me halfway.

"What's up?"

"Nothing, what's up with you?" I ask.

"Nothing, I'm just tired you know how it is"

"I don't, actually, I don't know what the fuck is going on right now" I share, pushing some of my hair out of my face as we move to the side to get out of the way.

"Ain't nothing going on, just don't worry about me I'm good"

"How comes your hanging with Flaco and them? You used to be scared of them niggas"

"Their cool and we was just kicking it, there's nothing wrong with me having friends outside of the group right?"

"Right"

"Exactly" he chuckles. "You need to chill the fuck out more, why don't we go out this weekend or hang?"

"Yeah, well it's just that we have that exchange student"

"So? They can stay their ass at your house while we do something, actually, my mom and step dad said they we're going out this weekend so you can come over...alone"

"Okay" I agree as the bell goes off, the two of us notice that we're the only ones standing in the hallway.

"Good, now stop worrying about shit and go learn some"

I nod, turning away but before I could march away, he grabs my arm and pulls me into a kiss, after we pull away, he goes off, heading upstairs to his class.

12:09pm.

"...I do not tell everyone everything" Jamal states, I roll my eyes knowing that he couldn't keep a fucking secret if his life depended on it.

"Yes you do" Jib argues.

"I didn't tell everyone about that time at summer camp when you thought you was gay cause Devon touched your dick by accident and it got a little hard" Jamal spills holding his mouth after.

"What the fuck?" Ray questions giggling.

"Thanks a lot Jamal"

"My bad...I mean who cares it was like six years ago"

"And there's nothing wrong with being gay" Diggy reminds Jib.

"Yeah, but I'm not so"

"Even if you are we would still love you" Diggy states, squeezing his cheeks, forcing him to pull away.

"I actually want a gay guy best friend, all the fire celebs have one, I stan a gay guy" Lay confesses.

"To be real I don't think shit would change" Ray adds as Brandon's phone goes off. I play with my food, trying to hear his conversation.

"...Ayo, what's up boy?...Nah, I don't think I can do Saturday...I'm with my girl all Saturday...Yeah...alright...Okay blood"

Blood?

"Alright...yeah...Bye" he hangs up the phone.