“Don’t judge me..” I heard the intro to Kendrick Lamar’s song and I stepped out onto the poll.
I hadn’t intended on being a stripper for forever but I had become addicted. the rush of it.. it was just everything I needed. Plus, it kept the bills paid and food on the table and…
I hate fanfic readers who get a stick in they ass after their stories get so popular. Even if your story was popular or not that’s never an excuse to fucking just think your hot shit. Maybe its just me, maybe its not. *ye shrug*
I rolled through Malyiah’s neighborhood just scoping shit out. I had to be lowkey with the shit. I turned my music low and strolled down and watched as I seen a new girl moving things into a house that’s been empty for a long time.
“Damn..” I muttered as I watched her pick a…
“I don’t know ya’ll.. I never seen him so weak before.” Riya talked as we all sat on the porch.
Of course my ass wasn’t paying no attention, I was all into my text messages talking to Chris.
“I don’t know why you talking to her, she is not listening.”…
Here I am, once again. Same place, same time, just a different day. Waiting for Michael to make his grand appearance, only 2 or 3 hours later than he said he would be here. He does this so often, I usually just tell him to be here early so he’ll be close to on time.
In Beverly Hills High School, you never know what to expect.With students from all around the cities of California, things are bound to get real. From upper class to lower class, everyone here’s for one reason right? Well you’re wrong. Everything isn’t always what it seems until you step foot inside these doors of this school. This school can either make you or break you, are you up for the challenge?
“Did you see how cuh tried to press up on me? Man my nigga this shit not over, cuh. That’s on my momma this shit ain’t over.” I paced the floor.
These niggas wanted beef they could have that shit. Especially them little niggas Ashton and Rickey. The shit was bigger than Malyiah…
I sat outside this nigga Rickey house waiting for his slow ass. I honked my horn one more time.
“Nigga! Hurry yo ass up by the time we get there the fuckin’ food gon’ be gone!” I shouted over my loud music. “I swear this nigga get dressed like he going to prom or some shit.” I…