Day Valentine

Cutie, with a booty.

"Wassup though?" I smile at her; she rest her back against my locker, then smiles and kisses me on my cheek.

"That's all that's up though," she says.

Lie, I'll be in them guts in a week or two.

I laugh and wave her off.

She needs to stop playing games.

"Can I have your number?" I sign.

She sticks her hands into my pocket.

Girl don't fuck around and grab a hand full of  dick.

She pulls out my phone and unlocks it.

I really need to put a passcode on it, honestly.

She hands me her phone.

"Here so you don't think I'm one of those girls," she says.

"What do you mean, one of those girls?" I try to sign with one hand.

"One of those bitches that gives you a bullshit number."

My phone starts ringing in my hand and I smile.

I notice the time.

Time for class.

I skipped literature first period, but I can't skip my regular african studies. If I miss that class again I'll drop a letter grade. My cousin and my aunt will go ham on me.

"Well, don't lose my number alright," she pulls my jacket together.

She squeezes my cheeks together and pulls my face to hers. She leaves a little peck on my lips. She takes her phone away.

"Never," I sign to her and scratch my head as I turn around.

My eyes connect with Mr. Marcello's angry ones. He's standing beside his door with his arms crossed, staring dead at me.

Damn.

I eye him in his Friday casual.

My eyes fall to the floor.

He's gonna be mad.

Wait, wait, I'm trying to get a girl, a fine one.

What the hell am I thinking?

I try to walk past him to get in class, but he pulls me to the side of him. I grab his hand as hard as I can.

He lets me go and looks at the passing students.

"Everyone go in and take your seats, I'll be in there shortly," he says.

They do as he says.

Punk ass niggas.

He closes his classroom door, leaving us in the hall.

"You got two seconds," he tells me.

I look up at him. I size that nigga up.

"Two second for what?" I ask.

"To explain what the hell I just saw," he signs.

I back up some.

"Or what nigga?"

He cocks his head to the side and grabs my hoodie.

I point at him and let my finger touch his chest.

"You," I start.

I move my hands from the sides of my head to his head, like I'm pulling information from my brain and putting it into his.

"Teacher."

I smirk at him.

"Fall back," I sign.

He continues to stare at me, mad a shit.

He lets me go. I open the door and go in.

He follows me in and closes the door heavily behind him. My phone vibrates and I look at it.

She put her name on my phone as The Bae.

A smile forms on my face. My fingers start moving as I make my way to my desk.

"No phones," I hear rumble through my hearing aids.

I'm so tempted to take em out.

I turn around and keep typing.

Fuck this nigga.

My phone is snatched out of my hand. I look up fast as hell.

I wanna lay his ass out.

"Sit down, I said no phones. It's policy," he says.

I clench my jaws and ball my fists.

"Sit down lil daddy," he says.

Embarrassment rocks my shit and I feel my face get warm. He walks back to his desk. I look around to see if anybody heard what this fool just called me.

They didn't.

I take a seat in the half empty classroom and face forward. I stare at Mr. Marcello at his podium.

I shake my leg and cross my arms.

He looks at me and shows me my phone in his hand. I glare at him as he glares at me.

I'm so sick of this.

I watch him as his finger dance across my screen.

My friend Spazz turns around and daps me up.

"Yo I heard you bang with that new girl," he says out loud.

I glance at Mr. Marcello.

Stay Woke.

I look at Spazz and nod.

This nigga don't know sign language.

"So, you tryna cuff?" He asks.

I smile thinking about her. I press my lips together and side eye Spazz.

"You gone hit them shits?" He asks.

Damn right.

I smile and nod my head.

"Aye! Ask if she got a friend!" He gets all loud.

A laugh and shake my head. He turns around and face forward. My eyes wander back to Mr. Marcello.

My face goes straight as fuck and I uncross my arms. I sit up straight in my desk.

Nigga look scary as hell.

I shake my head and chew on the side of my cheek.

He ain't scaring me though.

Hey. Please vote and comment. Let me know what you think. Is Day wildn or is Mr. Marcello tripping?