*BK POV*
I sat in class over it already. Just another day in crazy ass Atlanta. I was sitting in class with my hair all over my head, hoodie up, and earphones in. I had my notebook and I was drawing and writing some lyrics. I was deep into my work until a girl walked in. Instantly, everyone looked at her; she's new here. I slowly slid my headphones out as I looked at her. It was like time slowed down. I never seen anyone like her... at least around here. She's a short brown skin, with deep brown eyes. She has braces and a couple of piercings in her face. I can also tell her nipples were pierced as she seemed to not have a bra on and they made a statement through her shirt. She had on baggy cargo jeans, with a thong that sat perfectly on her waist. She had on a short button up shirt with a tank top on top. The combo showed her belly piercing perfectly. The shoes she wore was some beat up converses. Her hair was a mix of teal and black. Her hair was long, stopping somewhere in the middle of her back. Reality sped back up when the teacher started talking.
Johnson: Class, we have a new student... (grabs paper from ???) Would you like to introduce yourself?
???: (shrugs and clears throat) I'm Bia... the new student.
Everyone started mumbling, already passing their judgement on her. Wow... the day a fine ass girl comes down from heaven and I look like a damn bum.
Johnson: (pats Bia's back) Please, make yourself at home. Find somewhere to sit please. Anywhere is fine.
She squinted her eyes as she looked across the whole room. Her eyes passed me until they jetted back towards me. She started making her way towards me. SHIT! I try to subtly fix myself up before she made her way to me. She takes her seat next to me and the first thing I realize is how damn good she smells. She didn't say anything, but she did look at me and focused back on the teacher. I try to act as calm and relaxed as I could. The teacher handed out an assignment for us to do. She quickly started doing her work and I still just bullshitted in my notebook. I would peek at her every now and then, picking up more details about her. She didn't have much in the chest area. I'd say about average size. But from the waist down.... GYYATT! She wasn't dummy thick, but she was just thick enough. Her milk chocolate skin just looked so smooth and buttery. Like a nice roll-
Bia: (clears throat) Is there a reason why you're staring at me?
Aww shit, I'm caught.
Me: (tries to adjust self) My bad. (smiles)
She just rolled her eyes and focused back on her work. FUGGGGG! And she's mean?!? My heart can't!!! I smile harder to myself, trying my best to compose myself. I put my notebook to the side and try to focus on the assignment. I was getting through my work when all of a sudden something hit my foot. I go to pick it up and realize it's a pencil. I sit up and find myself making eye contact with her.
Bia: (furrows brows) Can I have my pencil back? (sticks out hand)
Her nails were long and pretty. Hell she had pretty hands... if that's a thing.
Me: Uh, yeah.... Here. (hands her back her pencil)
Bia: (raises a brow) Are you always weird?
Me: (smiles) A little.
She cracks a slight smile and then she snapped back to her work. I felt like I was cheesing hard as fuck like SpongeBob. The bell rang and everyone quickly hopped up instead of me and Bia. I usually wait until everyone else runs out the class and then I slowly make my way out. Once majority of everyone was out, Bia stood up. She looked at me and scoffed. I was confused to be honest. What did I do to her? She walked out the classroom, leaving me by myself.
Johnson: Miss Rodriguez?
Me: (eyes widen) Hmm?
Johnson: (chuckles) Are you going to go to your next class? Or were you enjoying this class more?
