Love & Basketball [Book 1]

Chapter 7

Cymphonique POV

I guess I prolly made a "friend" so far but I ain't tryna fuck wit' him in that way. Especially wit' some girl name Bahja, she really tryin' me. I'm hip to the before the end of the school year Ima have to hurt her.

Err'body gets off the bus and I turn my music down some while I walk off too. The school looks nice, bougie nice, y'know. A school that these lil' rich kids go to and they prolly learn shit ass nothin'. Just by the way of things I'm guess in' that this school takes no bull. Like zero tolerance, whelp I'm screwed I already kno' that.

Some of these niggas ain't even wear in' this shitty ass uniform right which makes me wanna undress myself too.

"You must be Miller?" Some girl says lookin' dead at me. I look straight down at her fo' the longest 'til I say yeah.

"I'm Lulu Antariska. It's very nice too meet you Cymphonique." She says all perky and shit. She gotta nice smile I'll give her that.

"Same." I said back.

"You must be who I am looking for. Also, another. Ooh, Latimore!" She says, wavin' him down. Ooh damn, there is no gettin' away is there.

He comes over away from his "squad" and shakes hands wit' the girl. I smack my teeth hard as I could and they look at me. I just stare at 'em both. She starts by tellin' us 'bout the school and give us a tour. I swear I hate bein' the new bitch of this bougie, uptight ass, school.

We get our lockers and just my luck it's actually not that close by to me. He's down towards the end of the hallway. I try out my locker and I'll admit these aren't as easy to break in as the old ones. I use to use a pen to pop the lock or bang the right area to pop open. Now I finna 'member the combination, or I'm locked out.

Lulu gives us both our schedules so we can be on our way to class. Ion even wanna be here right now. I rather be at home and play basketball. Not be here. Only like a good seven months in this bitch.

I'll be outta here in no time...

"So, what class you got?" Jacob asks me. I look at him to see him bitin' onna bottom of his lip. He look kinda good doin' that.

"Ummm...Chemistry." I read off my schedule.

"Damn!" He sighs, snappin' his fingers.
"I got French."

"Ooh well," I giggle. "You soundin' real disappointed."

"I kinda am. I actually wanted to get to know you better." Jacob said.

"And, why is that?" I ask, lookin' at him.

He sticks his hands in his pockets and look down to the floor. "You seem like a good person."

"Haha! You're the first to say that, but I'm nowhere near good." I said.

"If anythin', I am a bitch. A bad one at that. So, stick 'round long enough and you'll that I'm nothin' but trouble." I said to him.