True

Chapter 1: The boy.

"Fucking Hell." I yell as the math teacher fails to tell me how to do his work in more detail.

Most of the class gasped and looked my way as the rest laughed uncontrollably. I notice the sudden change in atmosphere and look at my classmates faces of enjoyment and horror and simply smirked.

"Yeah, I said it."

"Excuse me, young lady?"

"What up teach? You gonna teach me how to do this or not? If you keep explaining this way, you're going to find yourself with flunking students and no job. Now try again."

"Ooooohhhhhh"

The class fell silent as Mr. Stroger's face flushed in anger. All he did was throw his stick of chalk onto his desk and point to the door strictly.

I raise my hands up in surrender. "I know. I know. " I laughed as I stood and walked out of the class, stopping in the door way to stick my hand in my back pocket of my jeans, pulling it back out, and flicking Mr. Stroger off as I shimmied out the classroom. The class went wild as I slowly closed the door, leaving just my middle finger right before pulling it away and closing the door.

I guess you could say I'm a rebel. But not really. This is my 5th offense towards Mr. Stroger the asshole, and my 9th time going to the principal for aggregating teachers. Once I walk to the principal's office, he's talking to a guy sitting in the seat in front of his desk. I ignore him and knock on the door, causing mister principal to hop up in excitement.

"Aye, Naomi! What's up girl?!" He happily gave me some dab and pulled me in for a 'pimp hug' as he likes to call it.

"Mr. Johnson. You lost some weight?"

"Girl, you know yo lil' bad ass was in her last week. And you know good and damn well I didn't lose no weight." He laughed as I sat on his desk.

Mr. Johnson was a large black man, very in shape..well round is a shape. Of course. He wore glasses for serious moments with students, but he doesn't actually need them. He tries to be up to date on fashion, but his same box haircut from the 80's is something he won't give up. Trust me. I tried. Didn't go so well.

"So, what you do this time?" Mr. Johnson says, pulling me out of my analysis.

"Told Mr. Stroger to do his job right or he won't have a job anymore." I smirked as Mr. Johnson watched me expectantly.

"Then what?"

"I flipped him off and shimmied out of the class."

"Nah. Nah. For real? Show me." He started to laugh through his words. "Show that shimmy, bird!"

I hopped off his desk and shimmied around his office, flipping off a wall. Mr. Johnson started to laugh so hard he was hitting his desk, then stopped and gave me the most serious look with his fake glasses on.

"See now. Keep doing shit like that and I'mma' suspend yo ass."

We watched each other for a good 3-4 seconds before bursting out laughing and dabbing each other up again. I sat back down onto his desk as the guy in the chair soon interrupted us.

"Ahem?" He stared at us both confusedly.

I creased my eyebrows in amusement as I crossed my legs and my arms over my chest and stared at the guy.

"Uh..." I whispered to Mr. Johnson. "Gay?"

"What?!" The guy said, jolting in his chair.

I leaned more toward the guy, examining his upright posture, small brown freckles, denim jeans, plaid shirt, and blonde hair that stopped just above his shoulders.

I nodded in assurance. "Gay."

The guy hopped up out of his seat, showing he was above 6 feet tall. "I. Am not gay. " I smirked at him, looking at him up and down, seeing his vans, and chuckling to myself. "Well, you have to be at least bi." The guy had a fake laugh and glared at me. "I'm straight."

"Mm. Well, honey your attire doesn't say straight at all. Just one look at you and anyone would assume there's glitter in your pockets. Why are you in here anyway?"

"He's being picked on and being called gay." Mr. Johnson interrupted. I snorted and looked at the guy as he was still standing, trying to show dominance, which made me laugh even more. Once I finally stopped, I gave him a cold glare that made him sit.

"Have they hit you?" I asked, adjusting my butt more onto the desk before I fell down and made a fool of myself.

"Yeah.." The guy said, looking down and fiddling with his fingers. "Fuck them up." I said jokingly but his face saddened. I cocked my head to the side, wondering what happened to the assertive guy that was just here a second ago.

"I can't...." He says softly. I crease my eyebrows in confusion. "Why is that?"

"I'm not strong enough. And I don't know how to fight..."

"Well, I'm sure Naomi here can help you out with that. Can't you, Naomi?" Mr. Johnson said with a smirk. The guy lifted his head up with hope, hopping up to his feet, and walking to me excitedly. "Really?!" My eyes widened as I put my leg out in front of me to stop him from coming any closer to me. "Now just hold the figgly fuck up. What makes you think I'm gonna help this fucktard fight off some stupid jocks or some shit?"

"Because if you don't, I'll make sure that all your offenses since 9th grade are totaled into the ultimate sum of expelled. Now you can choose. Help this poor boy out or go bye bye." I stared at Mr. Johnson in silence. Then looking back at the guy, tapping my chin.

"Well?"

"I'm thinking." After a few moments passed, I finally gave in and looked at the guy. "I'll help you."
"YES!"
"But there are going to be some rules"...
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