Weirdo ✔️

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Fun fact: i base the events and conversations in this book off of my real life and memes I got from spam pages 😭

Ley 😕

The Next Day...

"Seniors, please quiet down.", the vice principal demands, shaking his head at us. Everyone simply glances at him, but continue their with their normal conversations.

"Anyway, what happened yesterday when ya' pops came up here?", Landon asks, crunching on some sour cream and onion flavored Pringles.

"Nothing, really. He cussed her out and got himself banned from the school campus until next year.", I briefly explain. "Wait... he got banned for just cussing her out?", Michael questions, making me shake my head.

"He may or may not have ransacked her room before walking out.", I answer with a shrug.

"May we have everyone's attention?", one of the vice principals asks, once again interrupting everyone's conversations.

Our administrators called all of the students into the auditorium for a "brief" assembly. I could care less, though. I got out of biology.

"Alright, students. Please give our guest speaker a big Central High welcome!"

Instead of clapping, everyone simply stares at the old man as he walks onto the stage.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." And with that, he begins his long speech about patriotism and how important it is to be a good citizen.

"See, I was told that you guys are the smartest in the state.", he says. "Thassa lie.", Dante mumbles from beside Michael.

"How many colors are on the flag?", he asks us. "Three.", everyone answers.

"Good. What are they?", he asks. "Red, white, and blue.", we answer.

"Good, what do the colors symbolize?", he asks. "BLOODS!", someone yells, followed by multiple "SUU WHOOP"s, and red bandanas being waved around. "CRIPS!", someone else yells, making multiple blue bandanas fly.

Michael pulls one out and my eyeballs damn near fall out of my head. "When the fuck did you become a crip?", I question. "Like, 2 years ago. I thought I told you.", he answers, chuckling.

"But I'ma blood.", I tell him, throwing up a "👌🏾".

"How? I'm pretty sure ya' pops would've killed you by now.", he responds, giving me an unconvinced look.

"I'm an uncommitted blood, then. Hell.", I say, rolling my eyes. "How?", Landon questions, still smacking on them chips.

"Because of Kendall.", I answer with a shrug. "What the fuck is a Kendall?", Michael questions, looking at me like I was insane.

"The new kid.", I answer with a shrug. "He came this morning.", I add.

"Have I met him? Why you holding conversations with unknown niggas now?", he questions further.

"Calm your tits, sir. He's a friend.", I respond, rolling my eyes. "Well, shit. Can I have a female friend?", he asks. "Hell no. Don't play with me.", I answer, pointing my acrylic nail at him.

"Entiways, best friend where my food at?", I ask Landon, holding my hand out with a smile. He simply glances at my hand before reaching into his backpack.

Rummaging around, he grabs something and hands it to me.

"BESTFRIIIEEEND!", I squeal, grabbing the cheddar flavored Pringle's clutches in his hand.

As I eat my chips, Dante's phone rings, playing "Through the Storm" by NBA Herpe- Youngboy 😭. (imagine tryna come for me behind a nigga who doesn't even know you exist 🤡)

"Through the night, when I be horny. Hoping I can fuck something before the morning.", I sing, milly-rocking.

"Bitches telling lies when they say they be moaning, but hoe it's been hours and you still ain't cumming.", Landon adds, being my hype man.

"Man, Ley, where the girls at?", Dante asks me. "Why you asking me? Hell, I don't know.", I answer, laughing. "I'm one of the guys, remember?", I add.

"Quiet down, seniors.", the same vice principal says, interrupting everyone's conversations again.

"I'm just about tired of that.", I mumble, turning back around to the stage.

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