Backseat(HOLD)

Chapter 5-OLD PLOT LINE

CHAPTER 5

Anthony

“Negro, move the hell out the way!” Swear people can’t drive for nothing on this road.

I don’t know why I’m highly pissed off this morning. Wait. Nevermind. I remember-Asia.

We didn’t fight or nothing but I need some action. I know she catching my hints. Every time it’s a different story. ‘I’m on my cycle’, ‘I’m busy today’, ‘I don’t feel like it’. Dammit girl, stop leading me on!

I parked in the student parking lot. I’m over-reacting. I don’t want to force, be my urges is killing me to the max. At this rate, I’ll be humping trees like a damn dog.     

I turned off my car and looked out the window at the other students walking in the building. My ass probably need to get inside before that first bell ring. I glanced at my watch.

7:18 A.M.

“Ugh!” I groaned out loud. This frustration was going all over my body.

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Jazmine

          “No this bitch is pissing me off!” I mildly vented outside of class.

          “Calm down, she’s just-”

          “A freshman. I know.”

          Kara tried to calm me down as we waited on her boyfriend. It was bad enough I had a class full of freshman, or mostly at least, but this one African bitch was about to get knocked the hell back to Nigeria.

          “I don’t know. It’s just irritating when you notice that a person hasn’t met a certain level of maturity.”

          “It’ll be okay,” Kara simple said as she walked away towards her boyfriend.

          I see Mr. Wad down the hall standing outside of class greeting people. He’s married and over the age of 60. I’m pretty sure he’s more dry an frustrated than me.

          With a sigh I sat in my desk, knowing the class would be half empty due to the Blood Drive. What made it worse is that I had three options: In class with only Ivy, In class with only Anthony and/or his crew, or me alone. In any case, I knew I couldn’t leave the class like everyone else.

          My options looked pretty good as I saw Ivy appear through the door. My face had no emotion change, but it felt like I wanted to frown as Anthony entered the room.

          “Anthony, what the hell are you wearing?” Sharron asked staring at him head to toe.

          I didn’t make a smart ass comment as usual cause I was still pissed off an frustrated. An then, to be honest, I was always curious on what the hell fashion sense Anthony had.

          Usual gold(so he says) chain, pink bleached shorts, blue shirt, and original Sperry’s.

          In the back of my mind I felt my fashion intelligence drop a few levels looking at Anthony’s crazy clothes on the daily bases. What makes it worse? People ENJOY it and imitate it to be like him. I shook my head at my inner thoughts. I don’t understand teen male fashion anymore. I turned away from the fashion criticism and towards Ivy an her phone.

          “You donating blood?”

          “Yeah. I think they’re calling me this class period.”

          Dammit.

          “Whyyy?” I whined.

          “This dick, that’s why,” I heard Anthony say in the background.

          “Ignoring that comment, you can’t leave me alone in here!”

          Ivy laughed knowing I was slightly over exaggerating. She pocketed her phone and looked at me. “You’ll be fine. Its not like you’ll do anything in class anyways.”

          I rolled my eyes knowing it was true. Knowing Mr. wad, I’m sure he’ll just put on a movie or give us an easy ass assignment.

          Ten minutes into Mr. Wade’s lecture that no one(except Teacher’s Pet in the back) was really paying attention to because it was a Friday anyways, the Medical Professionals of America students(I call them Mini-Doctors) came in the class requesting an entire list of students.

          As Ivy’s name was called, I gave her an overdramatic sad face, holding back laughter. It felt like most of the class was going with everyone standing up to leave.

          As everyone called left the room, there were only 6 people in the class, including Anthony.

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Anthony

          I should have signed up but my mom wanna be trippin’ claiming ‘Nobody ain’t stickin’ no needle in my baby!’. I let out a small laugh but quickly caught myself before anyone noticed.

          “This class looks dry as hell,” I said out loud, not caring if Mr. Wade heard me or not.

          “I’m sure he’s used to it,” the girl behind me said. Okay, the name is Jazmine, but I have no need to say her name anyways.

          “And this dust?”

          She cracked a smile. “Especially the dust.” It was the first time I saw her smile-To me at least.

          Mr. Wade switched to the next slide on his presentation, minus the boring ass lecture, and told us to take notes on it to be done for the day. At the bottom of the slide was a usual cheesy picture of a person. This time was a white guy with some high water slacks on. How does this pertain to Government again?

          “Would you date that guy in the picture for a million bucks?” I asked Jazmine who I’m guessing was also thinking ‘fuck this work’.

          She looked at the slide and back at her binder. “I prefer black guys, personally.”

          My interest level in this conversation shot up. “Oh really?”

          She looked up at me with a ‘duh’ expression. “Yes, really. White guys, or the ones I’ve been with anyways, don’t really satisfy.”

          “Any black guys?” I was dead curious on this girl. It’s ridiculous how straight forward she is.

          “Yeah. Way better game, if you know what I mean.”

          I laughed and turned around all the way to face her desk. “I see we have a freak ladies and gentlemen.”

          She softly laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. “A lady in the streets but a freak in the bed is how I tend to keep it.”

          I looked hard at Jazmine, feeling blood rush down my thighs. Dammit this girl was a freak. Not a hoe, but like a “I”ll-Bite-If-You-Want-Me-To” freak. My eyes wandered to the clock. Only a few minutes left in class.

          “Hit me up on Twitter,” I said handing her my twitter name. I had to see what she acts like on the streets.