The Original Six

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Veronica's POV

Everyone looks at me. I turn and look behind me, then look back at them. "What the fuck ya'll looking at me for?" I say.

Aiden pipes up, "Well we just assumed you were going to start, you know, since you had the idea." His sarcastic tone made me narrow my eyes at him.

I show him my middle finger and he just laughs it off.

"Fine fine. We'll start off simple, for the babies" I begin, looking pointedly at Alluly.

"What's y'all favorite color?"

Cyfier smacks his lips and shakes his head. "C'mon Veronica, that basic ass question."

I hear Remmè giggle behind me. I give a short laugh too and retort, "Alright Cyfier, I know you're used to overly thought-provoking questions, but some of us regular folk have to build up to those, so relax."

He snorts, nods his head, then says "Okay, my favorite color is yellow."

Aiden goes next, "Mine is red."

"Me too." I say it in unison with someone. I look over and it was Lake. Instead of commenting on it, I wait for Alluly to give her answer.

"I'm not sure. I have a lot, but I'm gonna say beige" Was her response.

All eyes on Remmè now. He rolls his eyes. "Pink."

I open my mouth to speak, but Cyfier beats me to it. "ALRIGHT, I'll ask the next one. What gifts or talents do you have that you think helped qualify you for this class?"

There is a moment of silence for thinking. A slow clap invades our quietness.

We all look up to see a very young looking black man dressed in some fitting grey joggers and a black polo. Kind of informal, if you ask me.

"Finally the good stuff. I've been waiting to make my presence known, but I didn't want to come out on the first weak ass question." A deep baritone voice came out his mouth.

Everyone gives a little snicker at his ATTEMPTED joke.

I scoff and facepalm my forehead. Fucking clowns. Who is this nigga?

I give him another once over. He's got smooth milk chocolate skin that looks as though he's never dealt with an inch of acne. His face is clear with the exception of the few pieces of jet black hair that lie on his chin. The tangled curls that are put into a small bun at the back of his head makes me think he's mixed with something other than black. The way the black shirt clings to his body tells me that he keeps up with his body just enough to stay fit and not too much that he's ripped. Standing at 6'5, he looks exactly like someone Remmè would nut over.

Turning to look at Remmè, I see that I hit the nail on the head.

The look Remmè is giving the man is the same look he gives oatmeal raisin cookies when they're given to him for free. It's a craving gaze.

"Holy shit." He says under his breath. I rub his arm to get his attention away from ogling at who I presume is our Instructor. The arm rubbing did not go unnoticed, as the man narrowed his eyes at where I touched Remmè. I narrow my eyes back at him as a challenge. He must've noticed that I caught him staring and cleared his throat.

"What's up guys, let me introduce myself. My name is Jäger-Alexander, and I'll be your instructor for this multimedia class."

Jäger? Sounds like some German shit. I knew this nigga had to be mixed.

He just chuckles at our stares and turns towards the chalkboard. He writes down what I assume is his name. "I know, I know weird ass name. It's a con of being half German and half African American. It's pronounced 'Yay-Ger.'"

A "Mmmhmm" came from Remmè, no one heard it, but me of course. I turned and gave him a look, and he just grinned wiggling his eyebrows at our new instructor. This is going to be an interesting class.