I walk in the gym in black joggers and a black v-neck. I pass this group of girls on my way to the bleachers and one of them stops me, oh fuck.
" Are you fucking emo or something? That's not the gyms regulation shorts and shirt" she snaps
I shrug and walk away. But instead of leaving me alone, she pulls me back towards her, " bitch I was fucking talking to you. Do you fucking speak English Nigger?!"
I turned around and punched her right in her face, all her snobby friends turned to me in disgust before helping her up. I finally turned back around. Fuck bruh!
I sit and start playing on my phone before August comes and sits next to me.
"Aye" he calls, I nod, " Aye look, I ain' a bad guy. You ain' want ta get high wit meh, then you don' have ta. I get it"
" I don't hate you. But I hate how you treat people, I see right through you August I'm not an idiot"
He bites his lip, "whatcha mean, lil mama?"
"You play with girls feelings. And don't call me that." I bark
He looks shocked,"Why not, ma?"
"Cause I said so"
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Tínedžerská beletriaShe has so much hurt, so much has happened to her. Kayla Phillips moves to sunny California with her perfect Aunt, goes to a perfect white school with perfect people. Only thing is that she isn't perfect, and it shows
