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Jahseh POV
She was beautiful as fuck to me a rare type of beautiful. I ain't never seen someone like her before. She started waking up from her short lil nap. She must've been really tired, and I was too. Fuck this, fuck this fuck ass school and fuck these fuck ass people here too. They can all suck my dick. Except for Treasure and Ski. The only person I fuck with here is Ski.

My mom and I moved here from Broward. I miss my niggas I fucked with out there but I got Ski here so I'm guess I'm okay. Ski grandparents live out here so he decided to come out here with me for my senior year so I wouldn't be here alone.

I just now noticed that she was staring at me. I took this as an opportunity to admire her face. She was had on some brownish tan glasses that covered her light brown eyes. Her hair was in some long brownish braids that covered up half of her face. I didn't notice that I've been staring at her until the bell rang.

She hurried up and walked out of the classroom. Hopefully I didn't make her scared of me or sum cause she did look a little frantic. I made sure I waited for Ski before I left. My goal was to get her number by the end of the day.

This nigga was still asleep so I smacked the back of his head "wake up"

"Oww bitch"

"Come on whore"

I wanted to hurry up and see if I could find where she walks and her routes and shit around campus.

Skip to lunch...

Treasure POV

Finally it was time to go to lunch. I walked out of English class wishing that I had some friends. I talked to a few people that seemed cool enough but I could tell that they already had their own friend groups. Since I did move here my senior year it's going to be pretty hard for me to get really comfortable with people and make some friends.

I'm standing in line trying to look for Ski since he's the only person that I knew. I look around and I see someone with a purple durag already sitting down. It just so happens to be that he's sitting right next to the weird kid that was staring at me earlier.

I finally got my food and I didn't know where to sit. I heard someone calling my name, "Treasure!" It was Ski.

I turned around and seen him waving for me to come sit next to him. "Damn girl you know you could've just sat with us, we don't bite."

" I just didn't want to intrude"

"Intrude? Intrude what?" He asked me taking a bite out of some fries. I seen his friend look up at me from his phone when I said that.

"I wa- I well you guys are together..um and you guys are friends and I'm not your guys' fri-"

"Holdup right there you are our friend dummy I'm letting you sit with us that says a lot. And besides you seem like a cool girl you know."

" Oh and I forgot to introduce to you my nigga Jahseh." He pointed to the kid with the two-toned hair. He was still staring at his phone until he looked up at me before looking back his phone twisting one of his little dreads.
"Jah this is Treasure, Treasure this is Jah"

Jahseh. It sounds like I heared that name before but also like I haven't. This time I got a closer look at his face and I could see that at the top of his left eyebrow read alone. He seemed very mysterious it's actually interesting being that he still never said a word.

"He's actually pretty new here too. Me on the other hand I've been here since my freshman year. But we're both from Broward."

"Broward?"

"Yea. It's not that far from here. This nigga just gets into too many fights that's why he's here right now."

"That's cool." I was hoping that Jahseh would speak for himself but he remained quiet the entire time.

"People call me Ski cause I'm a rapper and they call him X because we both are rapp-." The bell rung and cut this conversation between me and Ski short.

Got up and waited for Ski and Jahseh. I have my last period with them. I gave Ski my number and socials so he can send me some of his music. We had art so we just talked the whole period except for Jahseh.
























I hope this ain't too boring and imma to better with updating. Trust me the story gets better. Hope it ain't too cliche I don't want it to be cliche but it probably will.

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