The Flow

{2}Banter

Carter-@ istaysuave_ on Instagram 💕
Jayla-@ nicolebloomgarden on Instagram 💕
Nyla- @ soulfloetry on Instagram 💕

Alexis P.O.V

Chamari was sexy.

How the fuck is it possible to be that damn fine?

But she got a whole girl. And she wouldn't want someone like me.

"Lexi! Why would you do that? Now Carter gone come watch me play and I'm gone look like a fucking idiot." Jayla whined.

"You'll be fine damn. You wanted to ask her to come, then when I ask her you wanna act slow. Like make up yo damn mind girl." I told her chuckling.

"Meanie." She pouted.

"I'm not mean, people just be peopling , and not acting like human beings. "I said, focusing my attention on the board.

"The fuck type logic is that?"

"My logic." I told her.

"Oh hell nah. I can't listen to whatever yo logic is, I'll prolly end up dead in a ditch somewhere." Jayla said laughing.

"Hahaha. Whatever suck my 12 inch purple dick-"

"I don't suck dick, I suck clit bitch." Jayla said rolling her eyes.

"Shh!" I whisper-yelled.

The teacher looked at us, shook her head, then turned back to the computer.

"The fuck you staring at bitch I will throw a chair at yo head-"

"Girl shut up." Jayla cut me off.

"Cut me off one more time and I will-"

"When do you shut the fuck up?" She cut me off AGAIN.

"Mean ass. Don't talk to me no more." I said folding my arms.

She started laughing. "Lexi?"

I didn't respond.

"Alexis!" Jayla said.

"Alexis Janae Jones-"

"Fuck you want?" I asked annoyed.

"I love you." Jayla said.

I huffed shaking my head.

"I love you too." I said, before returning to the value scale from paper white to black that we were supposed to be doing.

The bell rung soon after I finished the assignment and I hurriedly got my things together.

I fucking hate Ms.Saginaw. She always stare at me like she got a fucking problem. Wierd ass teacher.

I walked out into the hall, going through the now crowded hallway. People always bumping me and shit. Like why the hell you gotta touch me?

Once I made it to my next class, I sat at a empty table.

I actually like my writing and poetry class. Probably because I love writing.

I started writing what was on the board, when I heard a chair move from beside me.

I glanced over and guess who it was.

The one, the only, Cha-fucking-mari.

I'm definitely going to fail this class. Lord please let her change seats.

See Chamari fine ass fuck. And that's the problem, I won't be able to focus in the only class I like. She's gonna have all my attention damn.

"Alexis?" I heard her say from behind me.