𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐤

𝟑𝟒

𝓣𝓱𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂
𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖
°𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮°

You ever felt like somebody was talking mad shit bout you. Like you feel it in yo intestines that a motherfucka talking bout. Every time you move you got eyes on you, every time they see you they watching you, even when you ain't in they presence they still talking. You stay cool though cause you know they some punk bitches and you ain't getting touched.

that's me currently.

Since I walked in the school, I felt eyes watching me, heard the snickers and whispers and chuckles. It made me uneasy at first but Noe helped me get use to it.

" bitch stop fucking staring before we fuck y'all up too. fuck them chern Prence." He said as we sat at our lunch table.

" on god." My'lynn agrees.

sigh.

I keep my head towards the door, waiting for wizyrd to walk in. Ion know where he at, he usually beat me here. On cue, the tall boy enters and is making his way towards the table. When he sees me he smiles.

" sup shawty." He sits beside me.

" nothing."

" why you look down? somebody been fucking with you?" He stands up and I grab his arm dragging him back down beside me.

" nah." I say with a chuckle.

" y'all so tute." Noelle says mockingly.

" you and Ej are too." I reply.

" mind the business that pays you bitch. I gotta pee." He hops up from his seat. A few moments later, I see Ej leaving the cafeteria.

they ain't slick.

" aye whatchu doing after school?"

I shrug.

" you don't gotta work prence?" My'lynn asks.

I laugh.

" bitch you remember when I got fucking suspended for choking that wildebeest right."

they nod.

" my dumbass forgot I had a damn job. they done call me bout my employment has been terminated."

we all laugh.

" you dumb boe." My'lynn says. " but I peeped something."

" Ej and Noe cause I peeped it too."

" no, why them people at that table keep staring at you."

I follow her gaze to the table across the room.

Chey was staring at me with the same ole mug she always have. She got a bandage above her left eye brow. Khailil was just staring me, like he was in a daze or some shit. His eyes would flicker from me to wizyrd and then back to me. Jared was looking at me with a face of guilt. A scar on his lip from healing stitches.