Same shit it's just a different day
Same old niggas hustling trying to make a way
Same lame haters always finding shit to say
If a nigga's dying man I swear this shit is crazy
August.
We pulled up to the school 'bout a hour ago, and just stayed in the car getting blowed.
They were right when they said dat I didn't go to my first hour class. That shit be beyond boring, and all'em girls be on dick. It's too early fa allat.
We was on our third blunt when dis nice ass dark grey BMW with blue accents pullled in next to us. The windows were tinted, so I couldn't see who was in it. Whoever's it is got cash.
It was a lil minute befa the driver side door opened and this short ass, caramel toned, curly haired shawty got out. She was bad and I'll admit that, but she look stuck up and bourgeois.
"Bet I can pull ha'." Rod dumbass says.
"Put a dub on it." Sneak bets, geeking his head up.
"Yung, whatchu got on this?"
"Nothin', I know ya ass ain't gon' get far." He sucked his teeth. The nigga has no game, and that's why I'm not puttin' in on this foolishness.
"Aight, watch me." He said climbing out da X5. Dis boy bout ta show his ass. We just sat back and laughed as she mugged him for tappin' her and pullin' out her headphone.
Sneak had rolled his window down so we could hear the conversation.
"Ma, you're gorgeous and I jus' wanna know if I ca' have ya numba? Take ya on a date or some." She scoffed, turnin' up ha' face.
"Thanks but no thanks, and don't call me 'ma'. I don't have kids." She said, speaking with a slight accent, like she was mixed. "You're wasting your breath, but nice talking to you though." She grabbed her bag out of the car and walked off towards the building.
By that point, me and Sneak were dying as he saltily got back ina car.
"Shut dat shit up." He snapped. Somebody salty as fuck.
"Uh uh, give me my money nigga." Sneak held his hand out as Rod mumbled some shit and gave Sneak his money.
"Get y'all asses out man." I laughed. It was almost 8:30, meanin' second period was about ta start.
We got out the car, still laughing at Rod's failed attempt ta spit game.
As we walked past shawty whip, I looked at her license plate. DRAYA 5. I wonda if dat's Draya. Or is dis ha mama car or some shit?
We walked into the building just as the bell rang to end first hour. The hallways filled up almost instantly as we walked down them.
Ion too much do shit in none of my classes except English, art, and math.
"Aye nigga, whatchu on afta school?" Rod asked.
"Ion know, prolly jus' chill. Whatchu two goofy ass niggas on?"
I wasn't on shit after I left here. We were walking towards our second hour class when I saw shawty from dis morning. She was dressed simple, but was actually cute.
Draya.
I was decent today, nothing too over the top.
I couldn't wear what I wanted because of the marks on my back and stomach. See, I wanted to wear my white crop top and my tribal print sweater but my guardian saw otherwise, so I settled on some high-waisted ripped and bleached jeans, a black tank, a white blazer, and my 11's. I really don't have anybody to impress anyway.
As I was walking to my second hour class, I saw the same guy from earlier. He swore he was spitting game. But this time he was with two other guys.
Both tall, one light skinned and the other dark. The light skinned one was cute, and covered in tattoos. I wasn't really paying too much attention to the other one.
I turned to walk into the classroom, and they cut me off walking into the same room.
I mentally groaned as I took my seat on the opposite side of the classroom, closer to the windows. The bell had rung , and the teacher was preparing notes.
The light skin, the game less one, and their dark skinned friend were in the back being obnoxious, and making noises. Just being all around disruptive.
"Gentlemen, is there a reason you keep disrupting my class?" Mrs. Reddington asked.
"Nah, you good." One of them answered, causing the other two to laugh.
She sighed and went back to writing on the board. Nothing was funny, but they saw otherwise. I shook my head and continued to take the notes on Shakespearian language.
"Draya Ramirez to the main office for a moment, please." The voice sounded throughout the whole class.
"Okay. Draya, just take your agenda with you." I nodded as I stood up to walk out.
"She gotta fat ass!" One of the boys said.
"Mr. Alsina, that is quite enough. Office now." The teacher snapped as I exited the class.
I sighed because this meant that he'd probably be behind me.
"Yo." The voice bellowed down the hall. I simply ignored him as I continued my walk towards the office.
As I turned the corner, I came face to chest with a solid figure. Looking up, my whole body tensed.
"Yo Dra–" The boy stopped mid-sentence.
"Y-yes? I asked my unc– guardian. For whatever reason, he looked at me with disgust and hatred.
"Who is he?" Torian asked.
"I-I don't know him." I stuttered.
"Stop lying."
"I'm not. I don't know him."
"Let's go. You have six minutes." And with that, he walked away.
I turned towards Light Skin with a scowl on my face. "Thanks." Is hook my head as I walked back towards class to get my things.
"Yo, who was bro?" He asked.
"Who he is, is none of your concern..." I trailed off, hoping he'd fill in the blank.
"August." He responded, his accent heavy.
"That doesnt concern you August." I said entering the classroom. "I'm leaving." I told the teacher as I left her classroom again.
August was waiting outside of the class, for me apparently because he wallked with me to my locker.
"Das' ya ol' man or some?" He asked his billionth question.
"No, now leave me alone."
"Why you actin' like ya too good ta talk to me?" He asked another question as he kept walking with me.
"I'm not acting like anything . I'm saving myself."
"Savin' yo'self from what exactly?"
"Stop questioning me, I shouldn't even be talking to you. I unlocked my car as I went around to the driver side.
"I'a see you tomorrow Draya Ramirez. I'ma meet you at lunch, aight?" If i make it to lunch tomorrow. I simply nodded, sending him on his way.
I got in the car, resting my head on the steering wheel. I already know what's about to happen and no matter what, I can never be prepared for it.
