HOOD Love and Loyalty Book 1: by El Griffin

Chapter one :Larissa

LaLa

The sound of my alarm going off caused me to wake up way too early . I hated mornings But I hated living in this house more thanks to my racist ass stepdad .
The thought oh his ass made me want to hurry up and get ready for school , even if it was early as hell. I hoped to only be living here for a few more months . I need a place to stay until I graduated, and I wasn't gonna let my dislikes for his ass mess that up for me.

So I would continue to keep my mouth shut and put up with his ass in the meantime.
I always tried to keep my emotions in check anyway So a few more months won't hurt. One of the lessons I learned when I was younger was that if you show a weakness of any kind somebody will use that against you down the road. I  Guess you could say that trust didn't come easy for me  and I was okay with that .

You couldn't get hurt if you didn't let anyone in
I was eighteen years old and a senior in high school . Right before my senior year of high school I made the decision to up and move hundreds of miles away from home. I wanted to get away from my father and have a closer relationship with my mother . Of course even family can't always be counted on .🙄

When I got here and shit didn't work out the way I hoped, I wasn't surprised. the truth was I was alone in the world and had known it for a long time .

I Grew up In Chicago.

Not in the hood like most people think of when they find out I'm from there.
My father made sure the streets didn't taint me or at least the image he was trying to portray. Which was crazy to me since he came from the same place he tried to keep me away from.

I was what most people considered a "bad bitch" . Everyone thought I looked exotic which was the result of being mixed.
I didn't put much value on my looks though and being the pretty girl was more of a curse than a blessing.

I was always seen as an outsider and had to learn early on how to defend myself against hating ass bitches. I would usually let that shit roll off my shoulders unless some bitch really tried me .

I wasn't like those stuck up females that act like they were better than everyone just because they were pretty.

I never let the way I looked get in the way of how I treated people.

I pushed the covers back and stood up stretching in the process I went to my dresser and grabbed my clothes for the day.

I chose to wear a pink tank top, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, and some Jordan's.

I always liked to be comfortable and cute. I wasn't all into name brands, wearing lots of jewelry, or being over the top. I did wear a little makeup but kept it mostly natural.

After a quick shower I dried my hair my hair adding some coconut oil conditioner which left my natural curls defined and soft. Today I put on some foundation and mascara. Then I sprayed my favorite fragrance from bath and body works all over.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and was satisfied with the result. When I finished getting ready it was time for me to head to school.

I pulled out the keys to the old crown Vic I was allowed to drive thanks to my mothers red neck husband. The car even had a Harley Davidson sticker posted on the back windshield. It was a piece of shit but I didn't complain because it got me where I needed to go and I didn't have a job to buy a better one.

My focus was getting good grades and graduating so I could go to college next fall and the hell out of this house ASAP.
So for the time being the car would have to do. I pulled into the school parking lot and found an open spot near the back.

As I put my car in park another car pulled in beside me. It was a dark blue Altima with tinted out windows that I had never seen before. I went ahead about my business picking up my purse 👜 and books 📚 and opened my car door to get out.

As soon as I opened my door it was hit by the other car's door being opened at the same time.
This was not how I wanted to start my day off. But I wasn't one to hold onto shit that happened. I didn't really care if here was any damage to the car I was driving anyway.

The whole thing was irritating more than anything especially when the boy who did the shit got out.😠 His ass looked down at me still standing there and laughed.

"Damn shorty watch what your doing next time".

I wasn't feeling his joke especially because it was still too early for that shit.

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut instead of going back and forth with the nigga I recognized him from the basketball team but didn't know his name or anything.
I began to walk away so I wouldn't be late for my first class.
After a few steps I looked back over my shoulder. Both the driver and the nigga who hit my door were now standing there watching me walk away with their eyes glued to my ass.

"My bad. Have a nice day!"

I said with a genuine smile on my face.
I know they were wondering what the fuck I was thinking or why I would tell them have a good day after what happened. Especially after I gave that dirty ass look, but I was over the shit already. When I told them to have a nice day I meant it and I planned to do the same no matter how it started out.

I turned back around and tried to slow my pace down to catch my breath.🥴 whoever that man was standing next to the night who hit my door, had my head fucked up from the way he was staring at me.

He was like no other man I had ever seen before. I didn't even know who he was but there was just something about him that caught my attention. I wasn't trying to get caught up with any nigga any time soon no matter how fine he was.
I would probably never see his ass again though so there was no harm in lusting over him a little bit.