*Kasey p.o v*
Chris hasn't talk to me since I screamed at him. I frankly don't give a flying fuck. I'm about to go into my last class of the day. I got this teacher named Ms. Collins. This bitch stay riding the principal dick. Every time I do something 'Don't make me call Mr. Thomas in here. You'll be suspended'. Like bitch swerve. I sat down at my usual desk, way in the back of the class, so I wouldn't be noticed. Of course that shit ain't work. A bunch of hoes sat by me, asking me a million questions about Chris.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! DAMN!!! Y'ALL HOES NEED TO FUCKING SWERVE!!! IF I DON'T WANNA TELL YOU SHIT, THAN THAT'S HOW IT'S FUNNA BE!!! GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE!!!" I snapped. Everybody looked at me shocked.
"I am getting Mr. Thomas. We will call your father" Ms. Collins said
"Bitch, suck my mothafuckin dick. Oh yeah, you too busy sucking the principal's dick to even notice anyone else" I said.
"THAT'S IT!!! GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!!!" She screamed. I stood up got my shit and left after flicking her off. I was walking back home when I heard someone calling my name. I turned around and saw the most finest nigga ever. Caramel skin, muscular body, and tatted. Nigga was so fine. He came up to me.
"Hi" He said. He sounded nervous.
"Hi. Did you call me?" I asked.
"Yeah. My name's Trevor."
"You already know my name so..."
"My little sister gave me your name. She's in your homeroom. I just think your really cute"
"Awwww, thanks. Your not so bad looking yourself" We were now walking and talking.
"Your making me blush" He said in a girl voice that made me laugh.
"Your funny"
"How old are you?"
"Wow, random. I'm 15 but I'm turning 16 in 3 weeks."
"I'm always random. I just turned 16 yesterday."
"Oh shit. Happy belated birthday"
"Thanks. Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"How is it having Chris Brown as your dad?"
"Damn. And I was starting to like you" I started walking faster. Why everything gotta revolve around Chris? I ignored him yelling my name. When I got home, I seen a lot of cars. Fuck. Imma be in more trouble. I walked in the house. I gotta go through the living room to get upstairs. They most likely in the living room. Like I predicted, they in the living room. It was Chris, Tyga, Wayne, Nicki, Drake, Birdman, Lil Chucke, Usher, and Rich Homie Quan. I tried to walk past them like I wasn't there but Nicki called me over. Fuck. I walked over there.
"Huh?" I asked all innocent.
"Don't 'Huh?' me. Why you home so early?" Nicki asked.
"Early release" I said
"Quit lying. Yo teacher called." Wayne said.
"Fucking Bitch" I mumbled but they all heard me.
"Aye! Act yo f-" I cut Drake off.
"Act my fucking age. Yeah I already know. Can I go now?" I said with attitude.
"You can go when you learn some fucking respect" Birdman said. Chris ain't even look at me.
"Whatever" I walked upstairs. I didn't care about them calling my name, I just kept walking. I got up to my room, put my book bag down on my bed, hopped in the shower, and washed my body and hair. When I hot out I dried my hair, put it in a messy bun, got dressed in some sweats and laid down on my bed. I really ain't wanna lay in bed bored so I snuck out. Yeah, I snuck out. I was just walking on the sidewalk when someone started screaming my name. I turned around and seen Trevor. I stopped walking and waited on him. When he made it to me, he smiled at me. Damn, that smile is hypnotizing.
