Paris POV
I was in my last class when my phone started, fortunately no one does anything in this class.
The caller ID read a unknown number.
Unknown
I'm outside hurry up!
Paris
Who is this?
Unknown
Killah hurry up!
Paris
I told you to leave me alone!🙄
Killah 🙄
You so damn immature!
I leave him on seen and scroll through Instagram.
The sound box echos.
"Paris Porter please report to the principals office, with all your stuff."
The whole class ouuus immaturely.
I grab my bag and walk out the class, when I make it to the front Zion was posting against the door flirting with another student.
"You signed me out didn't you Mr.R Kelly?" I clear my throat.
He looks my way and smirks.
"Yeah come on." He now starts ignoring the girl.
"I'll call you later Killah." She twirls her hair.
He nods.
"Slut." I cough.
Killah tries to hold back his laughter and the girl looks red as hell.
"Excuse me?" She says.
"Oh nothing, must be the dust." I smile walking out the building.
Killah close behind me.
"Where you going?" He asks as I walk past his car.
"Home." I walk.
"Get in the car." He shakes his head.
"No." I stop in my tracks.
"Yes!" He demands.
"And if I don't, what are you gonna do about Killah." I stand my ground.
"Ay since when you call me Killah?" He asks confused.
"Since everyone else does." I shrug.
"You're not like everyone else though." He says delicately.
"How would you know?" I look up at his tall figure.
"You ask too many questions." He chuckles.
"Who said you can sign me out?" I add.
"Me." He says opening the passenger door.
I step it, he gets on the other side starting the car.
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Killah Kuwonu
Romance⚠️ Editing ⚠️ Thugs need love too. Paris a normal high school student, good grades, has high hopes and dreams to become a singer. When Killah moves in across the street, he finds out things about her no one knows. He seems to be the only one she c...
