《FALLIN》Chapter One
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"I can't believe I agreed to doing this Shit" I sighed looking down at my FaceTime call With Dreka as I drove.
"I can't believe it either , bitch finna be teaching some kids" She said laughing.
"Bitch these ain't no damn kids these mfs 18,19 shit maybe 20" I chuckled stopping at a red light.
"Wait why he ask you instead of Amour ?"
"Bitch you know damn well Amour not fit for this" I laughed "plus It's nothing really , it's not like I can just tell Him no it's the least I can do after all he's done for me" I shrugged
"Yeah you Right"
I sighed "well ima tell you bout it later I'm here" I said looking up at the school then back at my phone.
"Okayyy Mrs.Rose" she said chuckling.
"Bitch stop" I said laughing and we said our goodbyes and she hung up.
I took a deep sigh before walking into the building.
Only reason I agreed to do this was because My uncle Ray begged me. I couldn't say no after all he's done for me hell he practically raised me. Since my mom died when I was 3 he been there for me. My dad I don't even know who that nigga is and I could care less for him , Ray is my father figure.
It's okay though I'm only going to be here for the first semester . Although Ray never told me why he wanted me to take this job so bad. Ima ask him bout that later.
I walked inside the building looking down at the paper with information on it looking for room 128B
"Oh uh your the fill in for Mrs.Thomas ?" A white man I'm assuming a staff here asked. I nodded.
"Yeah" I chuckled. He was kinda good looking tho , don't play wit him. (Lmaooo)
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"Room 128B right ?" He asked and I nodded. "It's right down there the 5th door on the right" he said pointing down the hall.
"Be careful they bite" he said causing me to laugh.
"I bite back" I chuckled walking to the class he said
I stood in front of the door taking a deep breath before walking in.
I walked in and it got quite.
"Uh who you ?" One of the girls sitting on top of the desk asked.
"I'm Mrs.Rose , your teacher for the first Semester" I said sitting my bag on the table. "Can you sit in the desk not on it"
She rolled her eyes and sat in the desk. Gir- nooooo bitch we gotta be professional.
"Thank you"
"Sooo y'all have questions ? Or y'all wanna do some work ?" I asked sitting on the desk.
"Why you get to sit on the desk and I can't" the same girl asked.
"I'm grown you not , next"
"What happened to Mrs.Thomas ?" A boy with big glasses in the back asked.
"Ion know. I don't even know who that is"
"You from the hood ain't it" Another boy in the back said. He was black ass hell.
"I'm from Shreveport, call it what you want" I shrugged.
"Your pretty" another girl said
"Thank you"
"Can I get ya number just Incase I got questions or sumn" the same dude who asked me was I from the hood asked.
I laughed "uh , no"
"What made you wanna teach here ?" Another girl asked "I mean it's so ratchet and ghetto here" she said flipping her hair over her shoulder.
"Bitch shut yo boujee ass up , this hoe always complaining bout something" the same girl who was sitting on her desk said.
"Didn't you give almost every boy in this class head before"
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"Bi-
"Next question" I said holding my laugh in.
"She wanna laughhhhhh" A boy in the far back said laughing. I just know this nigga high ass hell.
"I gotta question" the boy beside him asked. He looked high as hell too. But boy was he fineee.
"Yes ?"
"How old you is ?" He said licking over his bottom lip.
"Grown" I smirked tilting my head.
"Mm" he said still staring me in my face.
"Anyways , anymore questions ?" I asked scanning the room. Nobody said nothing else. My attention landed on him. Who was staring at me.
I chuckled and sat in the desk pulling my phone out to scroll on instagram.
.
.
School was over and I was about to take my ass to thee mafuckin house bitches is tired.
I gathered my stuff sayin bye to some of the students as they left.
After everybody cleared out I grabbed my purse and my keys and left.
I walked to my car hitting the unlock button putting my purse in and just as I was about to get in somebody grabbed my arm. I turned around so quick ready to fight but noticed it was the boy who asked me my age.
"You almost got hit" I said putting my hand on my chest.
"I asked you a question, why you ain't answer" he said looking me in my eyes.
"I did answer"
"Nah you ain't give me a answer you said grown like I ain't know that bullshit that ain't what I wanted to know , how old are you" he said aggressively.
"Uh ima need you to take the aggressiveness out ya voice cause you ain't scaring nobody" I laughed.
"Mmcht you doin to much , how old is you son ?"
"I'm 21 , GROWN. Now move so I can go home" I said pulling my door open and getting inside.
I started my car up as he stepped back and drove off.
Trey tried to FaceTime me and I answered.
"What ?"
"Damn ma why you answer the phone with a attitude ?" He mugged.
"Bi- What Trey ?"
"What you doing tonight ?" He asked.
"Busy."
"Damn it's like that ?"
"It's like that" I responded.
"I'm pulling up round 9 be up"
"I'm not letting you in" I shrugged.
"Ima give you some head"
"Okay" I smiled.
He laughed "Ight ma"
"Bye" I said and hung up.
I pulled into my driveway and got out locking the doors. I went straight up to my room and took off my shoes and clothes and hopped in the shower. After I was finished I laid down in my bed and turned on Vampire Diaries on Netflix. Waiting on Trey lame ass so he can eat this pussy and leave.
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