"Kion (Key-on) stop!" I laughed as I ran down the hall. We were once again in the hall, play fighting. You would think our teachers care but even they're tired of us playing like we don't like each other.. It's that obvious. Even though neither one of us want to admit it.
"Why you hit me B?" He said, grabbing me and hitting me on my arms.
"Because you hit me! You so mean to me!"
"Niggaaaaa, Now I know good and fuckin well you ain't call me mean. Yo lil ass the one that's mean."
"Nigga I'm not little."
"You have to look up at me."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Hahahaha, you mad... Or nah?"
I hit him across his chest and once again, we started fighting in front of my Humanities class. I looked to my right and saw his ex-girlfriend, Sabrina.
Now this hoe swear up and down, she don't like him. But every time she see us posted, she gotta be staring me down, when I say down.. I mean down. My best friend tells me when they in class, she moves to make sure she's right by him. Like hoe if you want him, have him!
That's what I tell everybody, but in all reality, I'on want that to happen.
