Stolen (b.t.)

14

Byron

"All y'all pussy niggas whack" I sat down at the lunch table.

"Nigga, you whack"

"Somebody get my boy the king's chair cause he feeling entitled"

"Spell entitled"

"Got'chu bruh" Ben stepped into the conversation. "I-N-T-I-T-U-L-D"

This nigga dumb.

"All y'all shut up. We just ready to fight afterschool"

I glanced at him. "Nigga, I don't even know you"

"Yeah, but I heard about you, pretty boy, and you got too much pride to back down"

"We can do this shit right here" I stood up, and pulled up my pants.

"I'm not tryna get that suspension shit on my record. Calm yo hyper ass down"

"You scared?"

"You only saying that shit cause you ain't got no parents. Yo frail ass grandma aint bout to beat yo ass"

They all laughed.

"Like half of y'all got parents either"

"We ain't got it bad as you. Everybody know your story"

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yo mama raped your daddy when he was a wee las"

"That ain't no secret. Damn near the whole town know"

"You ain't let me finish. - and now he own a strip club, getting bank. Then your dad's girlfriend killed herself. You felt all entitled and shit, and drove yo daddy away, and now you live with your grandma"

"Can I have your dad, bruh? Mine in jail, and yours seems like a good candidate"

"Nigga, shut the fuck up. Nah, nigga. Asking for my daddy on some gay shit" I scowled.

"It won't gay til you made it gay. You got problems with life"

"Byron's dad is scared to exist"

"How you gone switch up, and start talking about him? Don't talk about my dad, deadass"

"You think he care what a bunch of high school thugs got to say about him? Ain't that what he call us?"

"Atleast he got his stereotypes right"

The bell rang, and we got up to go back to class.

"Heard you was fighting today, Byron. Where it's gone be at? I'm tryna see"

I  aint seen this dusty dread head lil boy a day in my life. 

"It was just established that it was happening. Find out"
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"You leaning up against the wall like a tough guy"

"What you want me to do? Stand in the middle of the pavement with my arms folded?" I questioned.

"Well-"

"I aint miss my bus to talk about how your day went. What we came here to do?"

A crowd started to form, but I was never afraid of no crowd.

"You right, Youngin'. You damn right" He smirked. "I'm Jaiden, remember that, lil one"

So we got to squaring up, and I punched him across the face.

The hit landed on his cheek.

The whole time, he had this stupid grin on his face.

I got hit, he got hit, and we just decided to call it a tie.

I grabbed my bag, afterwards, and felt someone grab my shoulder.

I turned around, and felt something ripping through my skin.

The knife was pulled out of me, and I watched the blood flow freely from my being.

I saw everybody run off as I staggered to the ground.

Laying there, I realized that I was dying.

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