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Day Valentine

"Ight D, you keep going you ain't gone be standing," Amir says.

I pass him the blunt.

The forth one we lit.

I scoot down in the passenger seat and look over at the school. Everyone's going in.

"I don't care bruh," I sign.

Amir starts coughing and holds his hand out to me. I start laughing.

"You a punk," I tell him.

I never cough. Ever! Ever! Ever!

"Shit is heavy," he coos.

I laugh at his ass and hit the blunt.

"Told you I stay stacked," I stack my hands.

"You don't have to tell me I know!" We both start laughing hard as a bitch for no reason.

I look around.

It's smoky as fuck.

"Bro why you pushing your limit today?" He asks.

I have no limit.

I shake my head and look out of the window.

Cause Mr. Marcello was tripping.

"Did Mr. Marcello say some shit to you?" He asks seriously.

I jump up.

Does he know? Hell no he couldn't.

"Fuck that nigga, I'll... I'll," my mind trails off.

I'm not gay bruh. I can't be.

"Man, put that shit out before we be late," I sign.

I open the door and thick ass smoke goes rolling out the car. I smile to myself.

I love when that shit happens.

My feet drag on the ground as me and Amir make our way through the giant school doors. I pass the front desks.

"Good morning boys," Mrs. Jeffrey nosy ass greets.

"Good morning," Amir gives her a raspy one back.

All that hot smoke got him.

I walk through the almost empty halls and look around.

Where's Amir?

I look at my phone.

Hell no, it's 10:03.

I start jogging to the English hall. I almost fall forward, but catch myself. I get to the door and stop.

I fix my clothes and pull out some chap stick to stop my cotton mouth from effecting my lips.

I turn my visor around and walk in. All eyes are on me.

I head nod and avoid all eye contact with Mr. Marcello.

Dimitri Marcello

I smelled all that gas on him when he hit the doe!

He takes a seat and puts his head down. Danny laughs at him and whispers to a girl named Alexis sitting across from him.

Amir runs in.

"My bad," he says.

These niggas just smoked mad weed together and decided to roll up in my class.

I laugh to myself.

His eyes are red as hell.

I stand up and walk over to the door. Amir just stands there awkwardly, the veins in his eyes are red as dark crimson could ever get.

"Take a seat," I tell him nicely.

He sighs in relief and walks weirdly to his desk. The class laughs; I do too.

These boys are off the charts.

This white man with glasses raises his hand. I call on him.

"Yes, Brenden."

"Mr. Marcello, it smells like marijuana," he complains.

He too old to be dry snitching. Boy is at least Middle Aged. He must be a conservative.

I cover my mouth to try and stop me from laughing at this kid. Daniel turns around.

"Nah, it smell like you bouta get your ass beat for dry snitching," he tells him.

I put my hands on my hips and watch. Im impressed. Daniel got a little gangsta in em for a white boy, I have to respect it.

"Alright, alright. Go to jail if y'all want!" I clap my hands.

Everything gets quiet.

"Your warm up is on the board, I'll be collecting them in five minutes," I tell the class.

They get started. My eyes wash over Day. Our eyes connect.

The way he looking make me wanna light a blizzy right now.

His skin becomes a deep red. I smirk at him and lick my lips. He shifts in his chair and looks at his desk.

This boy bouta get me in trouble.

I grin to myself.

I go in my desk and pull out a sticky note. I scribble on it and put it in the middle a book we started when Day was skipping my class.

I walk over to him.

I can tell his nerves are getting the best of him. He looks up at me with his lazy red eyes.

He head nods. I here everyone turn around in their seats. I set the book on his desk and hold my hands up.

"We got some things to talk about," I sign to him slowly.

Hopefully that shit was right.

After me and Day's first encounter in my class I made sure I quickly got this shit down. Me having an exceptional memory helped a lot. It's really not the hardest thing.

He nods then swipes under his chin.

"Whatever."

I clench my jaw and tap on the book.

"Go through it now," I tell him.

I let annoyance seep into my voice.

Damn.

I walk away.

"Alright, times up," I tell everyone.

"Pass em to the front, I wanna see what you guys have."

They do as I instruct. I grab the papers and stand in between the front row of desks. I flip through them.

This isn't such a bad class.

I notice some big red writing on one. I look up at the girl who wrote it and she's smiling at me.

Lord.

I loosen up my tie and flash her a grin.

"Explain your thoughts on The Handmaid's Tale?" I ask the class.

Corny ass Brenden raises his hands.

"Yes, sir," I call on him.

"I feel like it gave a good representation of what women in the world's history have been through," he says.

I get excited.

"Good one," I lean over and try to dap him up.

The class starts laughing when he fails.

"We'll work on it," I laugh.

Haha.

"Well, women can never be as powerful or do the things that a man can," tall, dusty ass Peter in the back of the class says.

All the girls scoff.

"Not necessarily," I point at him.

Danny turns around to say something, but this boyish girl Jody gets to Peter first.

"The fuck you mean Pete?"

I literally haven't heard anything from her since I got here.

"You said yourself your dad left you and your sister, and yo momma took care of both of y'all with no child support. Not tryna spill your beans but... that sounds like she resumed her roll as the man of the house, the father, and the mother in y'alls lives so shut yo dumb ass up," she says.

I smile to myself. The class start getting loud and rowdy.

"Simmer down, simmer down," I laugh with my hands out.

"I like discussions, but don't start a big fight in my classroom," I tell Jody with a smile.

"Five points for you on your next quiz though," I point at her.

"You too Brenden," I tell him.

He celebrates to himself.

Such a nerd, but aren't we all in some way, shape, or form.

I look over at Day. He looks like he's about to pass out or some shit. My yellow sticky note is in his hands.

I grin to myself thinking about him in all sorts of ways.

Got em.

What's good in the hood? I like this story a lot. Be sure to vote and comment. Mr. Marcello is lowkey groovy as hell though. I haven't edited this yet so psh. Sorry for mistakes. I'll do it later .

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