Enemies Without a Limit

Chapter 1

"In boring old Staten Island, which is why we should definitely cut during first period and go!"

"Cut during what?!! Damn, Nathan is fucking your brains out!"

"Wow, someone's in a mood this morning."

"Yeah, maybe it has to do with my friend ignoring me lately or that I just butt heads with the devil's spawn child."

"Ugh, just get over it! You're coming! Think of it as a way for you and I to catch up. I'll text you when we're leaving, see ya!"

 Jazzy left before Naomi could protest.

Well maybe it is a good idea, she thought as she headed into her first class, I need a break from school anyway.

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Damn that was some nice ass, Darryl thought as he headed toward the nearest stairway, the most secluded staircase in the school. It was where Darryl and his boys usually hung out, which made everyone avoid it even more. Darryl was considered one of the hardest kids in school. He had an intimidating look to him; his dark brown gaze had a way of shutting down anyone who tried to step up to him; his moist, soft lips had every girl at his neck; and his tall, six foot physique topped off his notorious reputation.

He entered the dark lit, maroon stairway and walked up midway between the second and third landing when he was met with a familiar scent. Ahh, the fresh smell of weed, he thought as he raced up the flights of stairs to meet his friends sitting around.

"Ayee, I knew the pretty boy wouldn't miss out on an opportunity like this," chuckled one of the guys, Jadyn.

"Yea, nigga got a nose for that weed!" added another, Amir.

"Iight, whatever, just keep passin' around that joint!" Darryl replied with greedy eyes.

After a few puffs, Darryl felt a warm comfort within him.

"Hey, you heard that nigga, Miles, is havin' a party Friday night?" asked the last of them, Drake, who was full blown high. Darryl laughed at his friend's slurred voice and his pathetic attempt at walking.

"Did you get invited?" Amir asked Darryl.

He laughed. "Nigga, invitation or not, I ain't missin' that party. You guys goin'?"

"Ehh, maybe...depends," replied Jadyn.

"On the hoes, right?" asked Darryl, amused.

Just then there was a muffled sound of a walkie-talkie coming up the stairs.

"Damn, it's the security!" exclaimed one of the guys as they stumbled over their own feet up the stairs.

Darryl stood to run, but couldn't find his footing. Damn, he thought as the security guard reached him and pulled him back by the shoulder.

"Young man, what are you doing?" he asked in a stern tone.

"Uhhh..."

"Were you...cutting class?" he began, "I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you a detention slip!"

"For cutting class?" Darryl asked as he raised one brow. He subtly sniffed the weed-filled air. Dumbass.

"Yes. You're supposed to be in class. What is your name?" the security guard asked as he pulled out his slip book and pen from his shirt pocket.

"Uhh, Darryl Adams."

"Alright, Mr. Adams," he said as he scribbled the information onto the slip. "Have fun in detention." He handed Darryl the slip with a teasing smile.

Darryl returned the security guard's smile with a sarcastic one. "I'll try."

The security guard continued up the stairs as Darryl gathered himself up from the stairway. He stepped onto the third floor and trudged up to the nearest vending machine. Darryl knew he couldn't skip out on another detention or else he'd be suspended. He dug around in his pocket for some coins, slipped them into the machine, punched in a few numbers, and pulled out a bag of chips. He took a look at his detention slip, which read:

Date: 3/25/11 Time: 8:15 a.m

Detention slip for: Darryl Adams

Reason: Cutting Class

Time to arrive to detention: After school, 3:15 p.m

Signature: Reeves

He stuffed the slip in his pocket as he laughed and walked off to his class.