The voice.

I can't get it out of my mind. It was so sexy and deep. Like who ever was talking just got out of bed and came to school. A boy's sleepy voice can turn me into a melted puddle of chocolate. The fact that who ever was talking helped me is adding to its sexiness. I wish I new knew who the fine ass guy was.

"Shant'A is there something you want to share with the rest of us?" Ms. Rick questioned.

"Huh? Uh, nah. I'm mean no ma'am."

"Well then I suggest you pay attention and stop starring into space with that lost look on your face."

Sckert. Pause. Rewind.

This bitch must want these hands. She always want to say something to me just cause I once caught her trying to seduce the school's quarterback. I was a freshman then. It was the second month of school and I didn't know where to go for gym. I wandering the halls when I heard a woman speaking in a empty classroom. My naive mind thought I could ask for directions. Imagion my utter surprise walking into Ms. Rick with her shirt unbottoned almost shoving her breasts in the senior's face. I threatened to tell the principal, but before I could the senior got a scholarship for UCLA and skipped the year. She had hated me since. I can't really blame her tho. I'd be mad too if a child threatened my job.

Before I could get myself into anymore trouble the door opened. I didn't turn towards it in a hurry like people do in movies and shit. I ain't impressed cause someone can open a door in the middle of a class. That shit is rude.

I look over only after I heard La'Kiesha and her crew of black rachet Barbie's start to giggle. Which sounds like a group of dying inbred chipmunk mutants. The boys in the class start checking, but then get quiet quick and stop. Now what has these niggas on mute, I gotta know.

I start from the bottom and see the new 11s that haven't come out yet and see some dark blue robin jeans held up by a black Gucci belt. I really liked that he wasn't sagging a lot like these boys saying people gay, but got they ass all out showing other males. He was wearing a white Nike shirt with a black Nike bomber over it. Even though the shirt was loose you could tell he had a hard stomach. He had caramel skin, and was rocking a gold chain with dog tags and diamond studs. Oh lord Jesus, dreads. All in all , he was fine as hell.

^^^ Someone Like Tyrie

I would love for him to be my Breezy and take me down. Let me stop this is not me. At all. I glance back just to catch his pretty brown eyes looking right at me.

Naw he must be looking at the redboned girl behind me. She pretty and thin, not a thunder thigh like me.

Just to be sure I glance back only to see him still in the same spot, his not moving unless to glance at my body but always comes back to my eyes. His eyes showed wonder, awe and confusion. Looks I never got before. I'm starting to feel uncomfortable with him staring that damn hard. I think he realized it cause he finally stops to look at the teacher, who has been eye-raping like all the other half trained girls in here . . . including me. My momma says to not touch. She ain't say I couldn't look though.The old bag better stay off my- wait rewind I mean she better not try to have adult relations with him. He's half her age.

"Yo can you check my schedule 'cause they told me I'm 'pose to be up in this class?"

"Yea. It seems that way. Just take a seat anywhere, sweetie."

"Cool."

"Wait what is your last name?"

"Jones."

What?

That voice. It's him. He was the one who helped me earlier. Just thinking about that makes my chest warm. Good thing I'm chocolate, so no blushing for me. Why would he want to help me? I mean look at him and look at me. I'm fat and lonely, and he can get anybody to be friends with him. I'm a waste of time. I don't let new people in and when I do they hurt me.

I'm brought back to earth when I hear a thump and feel heat next to me. By my right foot was a backpack belonging to; you guessed it, Mr. Sexy-Coco-Skin over there. He was so close I could smell his Axe body wash and nice cologne. I always did love that smell. I steal some from my dad when I can. I also noticed that we were matching outfits.

"Wassup pretty girl, I'm Tyrie. Tyrie Jones." He holds his hand out.

My mouth opens but no words come out yet. I'm shocked he would talk to me at all. I'm not the kind of girl he should talk to if he wants to stay cool with everybody.

"You not gone shake my hand ma? I promise I didn't jack off or nothing before I came here."

He was looking at me trying not to laugh. Come in girl you making a fool of yourself in front of Mr. Sexy-Coco-Skin. I go to speak but get cut off by this bitch herself.

"Ew, Tyrie why would you talk to her fat roll self anyway!"

I automatically move my eyes to the floor, not trying to hear it from her twice in a day. I don't feel him move or nothing for a while and breath out thinking he didn't hear her talk crap about me.

"Umm one, don't speak my government out like that. To you and everyone else I go by Jones. She can call me by my government, because I told it to her. I don't even know how you heard me if you sitting all the way over there. Probably with those big ass Dumbo ears you got. Two,who I speak with is not your business bitch. Mind yours, she ain't fat she thick as fuck unlike your bony twig like figure. Need some rice and cabbage"

Boy when I tell you the whole class was hollering, the whole class was hollering. Even the teacher, I tried not to but failed easily. I haven't laughed like that in a while. Sadly, that didn't erase the doubt that I couldn't be seen talking to Tyrie.

"She's right though Tyrie. I'm not that pretty, so you shouldn't be friends with me."

He stopped laughing and got serious again. His head was tilted and he seemed focused.

"What's your name ma?"

"Shant'A Bunnt"

"Well Shant'A I don't care what that that says. I think your beautiful. Okay?"

"Okay."