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VII

For Real -Lil Uzi Vert

JORDAN:

Lithia Springs High School: Mabelton, Georgia

"He did what?" I asked Symere, in complete anger. Symere had just started to explain the details of what had happened, Montero beside him, adding on throughout. Long story short, that bitch-ass, Jonathan Kirk apparently jumped Montero again. This was like the seventieth time, I swear to god. I hadn't even spoken a single word to Jonathan, but just one look at him could inform me that he was the exact opposite of the people that I wished to be around.

Symere nodded his head, a concerned look spreading upon his face. Knowing that Jonathan was going after Montero just for being gay really concerned me, and letting other people know about how I felt. Like, I thought that maybe I could tell one or two people, like Symere or Caleb or Travis or someone else, but shit, if word of that got to Jonathan or anyone else for that matter, I would be fucked. "Y'all," Montero reasoned, "you really don't have to come to my defense or anything; I've got it handled."

Travis shook his head, "Your ass just got fucking jumped in the damn hallway; you don't have control over it, which isn't a bad thing, because I can guarantee that every single person at this table is willing to stand up for you, even if we don't feel the same as you." Travis told Montero. Caleb nodded his head, his dreads bouncing up and down with the force of his head, followed by Symere. Montero looked down, starting to blush, which made me smile for some reason.

This was interrupted by two people sitting down, and creating mixed responses from others. "Hey guys," Nayvadius announced, "you okay, Monty?" Montero looked up, nodding, and giving him a hug. It was well known amongst at least Travis, Caleb and I that neither Caleb or Travis really liked Nayvadius. They seemed to have at least one thousand reasons as to why they didn't like him, but they all seemed to stem from the fact that he has stolen Summer from them before either one of them had the balls to make the move towards her. So, being within their "group" I was apparently expected to dislike him as well, although I didn't really. Summer was indeed pretty, I'll give her that, but I already knew who I liked, so I had no real reason to have some huge ass grudge towards Nayvadius.

The positive for both Caleb and Travis was that Nayvadius had also brought Summer with him, so it wasn't completely terrible for them. Although I could still see the somewhat frustrated looks being exchanged between them as Montero hugged Nayvadius, both Caleb and Travis still put on a happy face and waved towards Nayvadius and Summer, most likely only towards the latter. Montero released Nayvadius, who returned to sit next to Summer, pointing at me, and asking, "Who's this?"

Symere began, "This is my friend, Jordan. He just moved from Charlotte."

"He's also my cousin." Caleb piped in. Nayvadius gave a nod in acknowledgement, with Summer telling me, "Nice to meet you, Jordan, my name is Summer." I smiled towards her, causing her to blush.

Damn. Why can I get everyone except Sy's cute ass?

We continued to discuss the events surrounding Montero and everything else associated with it. It lead to a conversation about our shared hatred for Jonathan, who, once again, I still hadn't even fucking met yet, but whatever.

The time after lunch awaiting for the final bell to signify my dismissal towards the Baller Cadillac seemed to be stretched longer than the length of the world. Inevitably, the time came, and I dashed through the parking lot to come face-to-face with Caleb standing by the car awaiting me. How he got there before me, I had no idea.

"How the fuck'd you get here before me?" I asked, "I was running the whole ass time." Caleb giggled, "I have secret teleportation powers" he mumbled as he unlocked the car. I slung my backpack into the passenger seat, and just before I slid into the car, I hear Symere's cute little voice shouting my name in the near-distance. I stood up quickly, and got out of the car again, to see Symere running towards his Acura that he had almost ran me over in just earlier today.