•°• Just For You, Robyn. I Love You, Betch.•°•
{Robyn's POV}
[As I walked into my favorite classroom, science with Ms. Greene, she stopped me.]
"Good morning, Robyn. Um, can you report to the guidance counselor's office, please?"
"The guidance counselor? Well, alright, I guess."
[I took the pass and headed down the hall. Why was I wanted in Mr. August's office. Oh, my damn. Did he find out I had a big crush on him? Oh, hell no. If he don't get his gahdamn. He don't know. As I walked into the office, I showed the pass to Mrs. Raine, the receptionist. She let walk to the back, where Mr. August was. I was really nervous to go in there. Ain't no tellin' what he gon' say to me. I mean, I ain't got no problem, so what do he want? As I stood in front of the door, I thought and thought about it. I finally had the courage to grab the knob and open the door. When I walked in, he looked up at me. Damn, them brown eyes get me every time.]
"H-Hey, M-Mr. August. You wanted me?"
He cleared his throat. "Uh, yes I did. Can you take a seat, please?"
[I sat down, sweating bullets. Why the fuck am I in here?]
"Uh, Mr. August, am I in trouble or something, cause--"
"Oh, no. I just wanted to talk to you."
I raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. "About?"
"You're not like other young girls in this school, Robyn," he started, rubbing his palms together, while keeping his head down.
"I know. That's why I let hoes do their job, because if I was ever like that, which won't EVER happen, these bitches would be unemployed and wouldn't be feeding they 9,764 kids that came out they overstretched vaginas." I smiled.
"That's what I like about you, Robyn." He stood up, and grabbed my hand. "That's why I brought you in here."
I gulped, nervous of what he would say next. "For whyyyyy?"
"I-I wanted to tell you t-that," he stuttered. Was he really nervous around me?
"Mr. August, are you oka--"
[I was cut off by his lips crashing onto mine. Oh, my damn, Jesus come get me, goddamnit!!! I just died, but I need to be REVIVED, Lort!!!! I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, while he grabbed on that ass. Yasssssss, betch. When he pulled back, he straightened his tie.]
"Y-You should get back to c-class, Robyn. Just come back, same time tomorrow."
[I nodded and hurried up out'chea. I can't wait to tell Y/N, cause she ain't gon' BELIEVE this shit.]