Donnie
How come I always mess up? She probably won't talk to me and tell everybody I kissed her and that I'm such a gay ass.
I walk back to the class, plopping down in my chair. "What's up?" Myaa asks. "Nothing." I say trying to sound chill.
I look over to see Chyna and Kennedy glaring at me. Kennedy and I make eye contact and she immediately looks away.
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We are all in the hallway all about to go home. I go up to Kennedy and start talking. "Why'd you walk out?" I ask frowning.
"I'm not gay." She says frowning back. "Well, I like girls but not studs." She says continuing what she was saying.
"Oh." She says turning a little red. "Well, how come Chyna fucked you?" I say confused.
"What?" She says screwing up her face. "She never fucked me." She says defensively. I frown, maybe Chyna lied.
"She told me." I say, she told me she fucked you. "Y'all probably fucked. She likes you anyway." She says frowning.
"No. The fuck." I say looking away. "Whatever." She says rolling her eyes. I stand there looking at her as she closes her locker.
And I mean in to kiss her. I guess I caught her off guard. Soon enough everyone in the hallway crowds around.
Including Chyna. She just looks, in awe. I see her out of the corner of my eye. Kennedy breaks away from the kiss that didn't even last 10 seconds.
But, everything was still in slow motion. I know that sounds like some clichè shit. Honestly though, I was interrupted by Kennedy yelling.
"Yo, Donnie what the fuck." She yells wiping her lips. I just walk away. Halfway down the hallway I hear a while bunch of people saying "Oh shit."
I run back down the hallway to see Chyna beating up Kennedy. "What the fuck!" I yell with worry in my voice.
I try to pull Chyna off of Kennedy. "Chyna stop." I say tugging her waist. Now, tugging her waist may should weird.
But, I've broken up multiple fights with Chyna and that's the only way. Otherwise you get hit.
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"What happened?" I ask Chyna. "She yelled at you. Made a scene. Something kicked in and I punched her." She says with an ice pack over her eye.
The hell.