||Monie||
It's been like a week since everything happened. I been hearing Kayla mouth every damn day. Ha ass the worse "my man my man" ass bitch ever. Your "man" fucking with other bitches. He was really OUR man.
Thankfully, Ian seen Omarion around since that day. He probably just as embarrassed. Too embarrassed to come to school. Shit I would be too.
I only came back cuz this detention stuff. If I miss one day, they add another one so I can make it up.
Bogus asl.
Right now, I'm on my way to lunch. I know you prolly thinking like damn dis bitch only go to lunch. But look that's where important shit be happening at. Schoo day be boring asl.
"Nah did you see how Omar looked though?" Woo said.
"Hell yeah. That nigga fucked uppp" Lawan said.
I sat at the table.
"What y'all talm bout?" I asked them.
"Omar look like his ass somebody tried to kill his ass." Lawan said.
"There he is right there." I looked over to where he was pointing at. I seen Omar with a black eye, and scratches and bruises all over. We made eye contact for second. Then, he quickly looked away.
"Damn Monie what you do? Call a hit on dis boy?"
Mika said.
"Nah it's prolly ha brother. That nigga be in da streets for real." Rell said.
"He be at leak n nem house." Rell said.
"Damn tell all my brother business then."
"My fault." He said chuckling.
"Ian do nun fr tho. My brother said he wasn't gon do nun his self either."
"Damn so who beat his ass then?" Chiyah asked.
"Right." India said.
I shrugged.
Intercom: Will Symone Woods, Omarion Simmons, and Zach Downey report to the main office. Will Symone Woods, Omarion Simmons, and Zach Downey report to the main office.
"Ohh shit. They finna blame you." Woo said.
"Man they bet fuckin not!" I said getting up.
I made my way to the main office, walking not far behind Omar. When I got in, I seen Zach already in there. He looked tired as hell, and I noticed his hands had a few bruises on him.
He didn't.
I also seen Mr. Brown the security guard. He looked at me with a "are you serious?" lookin face.
Before I said anything, the principal walked in.
"So?" She said looking at me.
"What?" I asked her.
"You wanna tell me why Mr. Simmons looks all beat up?" She said.
"How imma tell you some I don't know?" I said to her.
"Really?" She said.
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M I S D E E D
General FictionSymone and Symere's parents ran a drug business. They were well respected and feared. One night someone looking to take that title takes their life. What will happen to Symone and Symere? Read and find out.
