The Promises He Made

^Chapter 8^

~Chanelles p.o.v~

I stormed back into the class pissed. I took my seat without saying anything to anyone. I did see Tamia talking to one of the boys who walked in with Hakeem. I'm guessing that's Trey. I wasn't entirely pissed. Just...disappointed. Hakeem need to be on T.V or something. Cuz his little acting behind, had my ass goin. It's whatever tho. Fuvk him and fuvk that ho- girl. I'm over it.

I propped my feet on the desk and popped in one of my ear phones. I layed my head on my arms on the desk. I just sat there thinking while listening to some of Chris browns older songs. I thought he was the opposite of what everybody said. Because everybody was sayin stuff like, he's the school player. He's selfish. Hes an asshole. He's this. He's that. And I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to believe they were the same person, actually. But judging by the way he was actin when he first walked in and just how everybody in the class mood changed, just by his presence. Is a clear sign to me.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see Kenjanae. I took my earphone out just when Hakeem walked in. I ignored him and focused on Kenjanae.

"You aight?" She asked me. I nodded.

"Aight Gurl. But look, we gon practice some of the stands later this week with you. I mean you part of the stand battle squad so you gotta learn em sooner or later." She suggests. I nod slowly while processing it.

"Yeah. We can do it at my crib. We got a dance room and ish. We'll get it poppin." I say making her laugh. "Right." She daps me up.

"Aye, why yall don't stay over my house that night too. We can watch some movies, dip in the pool, and just kick it." I suggest. She nods before telling the others. They nod and we hook it up.

I look over at Tamia to see her still talkin to that boy. They look like they was havin an intense conversation.

"Tamia ass too busy flirtin with Trey ass to know what's goin on." Kayla says.

We all burst out laughing and Tamia looks at us weirdly.

"What?" She asks making us laugh harder. I laid my head on Kenjanae shoulder and laughed harder. When I stop laughing and I look in front of me. I saw Hakeem staring me down. I just looked away not wanting his attention.

Kayla was clowning during class. It's like as soon as class started she had too much shvt to say. We was rollin. Our teacher didn't mind. All of our teachers cool anyway. As long as we get the assignment in, by the end of class, they straight.

I noticed Hakeem was in most of my classes. One of which we sat side by side. 7th block. I rolled my eyes as We entered the class.

"Good luck, girl." Tamia mumbles as we walk to the back of the class.

Tamia sat in her seat a few rows ahead of us. I took my seat beside 'it' and popped one of my earphones in so I could avoid talking to him. Apparently that wasn't an option tho. He snatched my earphones out and made me face him. This nigga don lost his mind!

"What the hell do you want, Hakeem?!" I say in frustration.

"Why you tryna cut my ass off? I ain't do shvt!" He snaps.

"Nigga go tell ya bitch them lies. I aint got time for you." I smile and turn around in my seat.

"What lies? What bitch you talkin bout?" He asks clearly confused.

"Wasn't we tryna have this conversation when ya girl came and interrupted it? That bitch, Hakeem!" I roll my eyes.

"Oh I get it." He smirks.

"What?" I ask now confused.

"You jealous, huh." He says his smirk widening. I scoff at him and roll my eyes. "You wish! Nigga ain't nobody jealous of that Joseline Hernandez, knock off." I wave him off.