"Moni, girl!" Nyokia squealed in excitement, grabbing her friend by the arm and squeezing it tight as she walked into the classroom.

Nyokia was a thick dark skinned Jamaican girl who stood at 5'5, with large voluptuous breasts, small waist, and large backside.

Her hair was often in a small Afro puff with her edges sleeked and slayed for the gods. She hated her natural hair cause she always thought it was "nappy", but it never looked of the sort.

Her and Monique have been best friends since middle school and has always had each other's backs in all sorts of situations. When Nyokia came to the United States with her family from Jamaica, she was constantly picked on because she constantly wore the same clothes and shoes, had a really bad case of acne, was fat, and her accent was so strong, her words didn't often sound right which caused other students to poke and make fun of her.

Moni understood. Her family wasn't that fortunate either, but it wasn't in the case of Nyokia's. Monique one day, grew tired of people making fun of Nyokia and stood up for her.

"Y'all need to stop making fun of people for real!" Monique snapped at the group of girls who were sneering and taunting Nyokia one day in the bathroom. "Y'all ain't better than anybody else. Nobody in this world is perfect. Now get gone! For I really do some damage!"

Seeing that she was serious, the girls eyed Moni in fear and scurried out the bathroom, without looking back.

"Wow," Nyokia said in amazement and relief, removing herself from the corner she was in, walking over to Moni. She was surprised that this slim, 5'2 girl from the islands with brown hair that touched her shoulders, and didn't know her was sticking up for her. Nyokia really owed her.

"Thanks for sticking up for me," Nyokia thanked, adjusting her top because it was rising up.

Monique dismissed her, waving her hand. "Girl, it's okay. Where I'm from, we don't tolerate this type of behavior, especially from these type of people. Ain't nobody better than anybody else. We're all the same." She smiled.

Since the incident, the two have been close and vowed to have each other's back.

Nyokia glo'd up significantly so nobody really made fun of her anymore. All the boys would come to her, asking her out on dates or even ask if she would let them fuck.

She always turned them down. She knew her worth and not to just give herself up to these clown ass niggas, especially the ones who used to make fun of her.

"Ny, my African Queen," Moni joked, grinning as Ny squeezed her arm. "I'm here, relax."

Moni had a gap, but it wasn't really noticeable unless you were standing really close to her. Most girls were insecure about their gap or imperfections in their teeth and didn't like to smile, but Moni wasn't those type of girls. She learned to always love herself and try to find the beauty in things. Moni is slim. Her breasts was small. She didn't have a fat ass like her friend, but she was packing something in the back. Moni had thick hair that kissed her shoulders. She was cute and had a innocent look to her, but deep down inside, she knew she was far from innocent.

"Girl, let's sit down and get this work done for Mrs. P before she comes and collects it!" Nyokia pressed, as she sat in her seat and pressed on the computer and its monitor. "I already have a C in this class, I don't need no F!"

Moni chuckled before she took her seat next to Nyokia and did the same. She didn't understand how Nyokia had a C in the class and she had a A. They always worked together and studied together. Maybe there was a mark Nyokia was missing.

"Alright girl, let's get to it," Moni said, already taking her notebook and writing utensil out of her bookbag.

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There was 20 minutes remaining in the class. Nyokia and Moni had already finished their assignment that was due for their health science teacher, so they were basically chilling until the next bell rang for the next period.

All of their classmates were bunched up in their own little social circles; playing music out loud from the class's computers, texting, and catching up on the latest school gossip.

Moni didn't really have any friends besides Nyokia, so they just chilled together.

As Moni placed her head down to take a quick nap, the classroom door knocked.

Letting out a huge and heavy sigh, Moni lazily got up from her seat to go and open the door. That was one disadvantage to her sitting close to it; she always had to open it.

Looking through the door's window, she scrunched her face in disgust as she saw Erick's figure behind the door.

Erick was the "pretty boy" in the class. Not only was he light-skin, he stood at 6'1 tall with low hazel eyes, a low taper fade that connected with his goatee, and bright pink lips that encased his braces covered smile.

There was something off about him. Ever since he came to the school, Moni didn't like him. He was so arrogant and cocky. If he was out in the streets with that attitude, a nigga would get slapped.

All the girls gushed over him, but Moni didn't. He was just a typical light-skin nigga. Plus, she was already in a relationship with someone who didn't go to her school.

She turned around and sat back in her seat about to continue her little nap session.

Nyokia noticed and tapped Moni on her shoulder, causing her to jolt up.

"Moni, aren't you going to open the door for him?" She asked, eyeing Moni then eyeing the annoying Erick that still stood behind the door.

"No, I don't fuck with him," she retorted, putting her head back down. "Fuck him, he's not coming inside."

Nyokia frowned at Moni then shrugged her shoulders as she put her headphones back in her ears and continued blasting her music on her iPhone 7  Plus. Nyokia knew why Moni didn't want to open the door for Erick, but she always thought that it wasn't serious.

Juju saw the ordeal from across the other side of the classroom and got up to go help his friend out.

"Moni, why you ain't get the door for him?" Juju asked as he swung the door open, letting Erick in.

"I don't fuck with him," Moni snapped, lifting her head up.

"Awwww, she don't fuck with you fam," Juju joked, hitting Erick on the back.

"I don't give a fuck about that bitch," Erick spat, walking to his seat. "She a dirty ass hoe."

Moni quickly sat up. She did a double take and was taken aback that he called her a dirty ass hoe, especially considering that he didn't know her at ALL.

"Bitch, are you mad?" Moni said before she chucked dryly. "Mad cause I didn't open the door for your stupid ass?"

The whole class became silent and all eyes were on them.

"Suck MY DICK," Moni simply said, turning her attention back to wherever it was. She gave no fucks and always spoke her mind. Not many people can handle that type of person.

"Bitch, I know you suck dick," Erick said nonchalantly with a smirk on his face. "It's a whole video out there too."

Moni was taken by surprise. How did Erick even know about the situation? How does he even have the video? She thought to herself.

"I don't suck dick, but your momma do and it's not your daddy's," Moni spat harshly, now getting up from her seat with balled fists.

"OOOOOOOP, OH SHIT!" A couple of kids exclaimed with their hands over their mouths and shocked expressions. Some had their phone out recording, while others sat back and watched.

She wasn't gonna let this wannabe pretty-boy disrespect her, especially cause she knew he wasn't shit and was never gonna be shit if he had to low blow her.

Nyokia sat there, mouth gaped as her bestfriend was snapping at this no good nigga.

"Bitch, don't let me expose you. I got the whole video and everything," he continued, his smirk becoming more devious. "You be sucking grown men's dick. How much do you charge?"

"Oh, shit! Erick Chill!" Juju exclaimed, walking over to his friend trying to calm him down. But he wasn't budging.

"Nah, she trying me," Erick responded.

"Bitch, you don't got no video of me sucking no dick," Moni challenged, not backing down. "You wish I'd suck your dick, but I don't, sorry not sorry."

"Oh, say I don't?" Erick snapped back, pulling out his iPhone and walking over to the group of students that were bunched up by the computers on the other side of the class.

As he pulled out his phone and slid his finger up and down it rapidly, he stopped and showed the screen to the students.

"No way!" One student exclaimed, moving closer to his small screen.

"Oh my god.." Another one dragged, her hand going over her mouth as Erick showed them Moni's explicit video.

Moni stood there as her heart moved into her throat. Her eyes began to water but she blinked back her hot tears. She wasn't gonna give Erick the pleasure of seeing her cry. That was the last thing that could ever happen.

Feeling defeated, she sat back down in her seat, her leg shaking rapidly and her hands balled up into fists.

"Moni, are you okay?" Nyokia asked, concern masking her face. "Don't listen to that nigga. I now see what you mean, fuck him. He's not shit."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Moni lied, thinking heavily.

For the rest of the period, Moni felt all eyes on her, especially after her video was exposed to her classmates. She buried her head in her crossed arms and stayed there till the period ended.

She felt like shit for the rest of the day, knowing that her kept away secret was now known to the student body at Blanche High.