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"Girl, ya' so fine, could you be mine?"

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𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥-
8:46 𝖺𝗆

"So my name is Hange Zoe, but I'd prefer you call me Ms Zoe" Hange said standing up from her desk. "Obviously ill be your first period teacher, your algebra teacher to be exact" Hange stated pulling out her laptop.

"Oh my god.." you mumble throwing your head back. "What's wrong?" Deena asked as she saw your mood change. "I fucking hate algebra" you groan.

"Shit I'm pretty sure everyone else in this bitch hate it to" Deena said placing her attention back to Hange. "There's nothing much to say, since it is the first day." Hange said sitting back at her desk.

After a few minutes of silence the class broke into chatter. "And there they go" you say as the class room got louder. "You put your teeth jewelry in or sum?" Deena asked as you continued to talk.

"Yea I did" you say pulling down your bottom lip. "Mane i needa get me sum" Deena said fixing her jacket. "Bitch he staring at you" Deena mumbled yanking your shirt to his direction.

"Can I help you?" You mouth to Connie flicking him off, only receiving a scoff. "Weird niggas these days" you mumble turning back around. "Y/nnnn his friend is even finer" Deena squealed looking at the tall man dapping up Connie.

"That man bun just ties it all together" Deena said staring like a maniac. " Deena, baby it's the first day of school and yo ass already picking baby daddy's" you shake your head

"Oh my god y/n the fine blonde with them big ass blue eyes just winked at me" Deena said fake fainting. "Y/n I think that's the one".

"I'm gonna go ahead and dismiss y'all to y'all next class" Hange said having the bell ring right after. All you heard were chairs being pushed in and footsteps heading for the door.

"I'm going to my locker" you say telling Deena to go ahead and go without you. "Ok..no..no.." you mumble looking for your locker number. "Need help?" A deep voice from behind you said making you turn around.

Connie.

"No, I'm fine" you say in a irritated tone finally finding your locker. "What's ya problem?" Connie asked leaning on the locker next to you.

"No, what's your problem" you say placing your bag in your locker. "Listen I-". Connie was cut off. "Yo Connie what are you doing let's go!" A tall person yelled from the other end of the hall.

"Eren yo cállate el infierno gritando!" Connie spoke giving you one more glance before walking off. "Now I know.." you mumble after to spotting Deena all over the blondes locker.
( Translation: Shut the hell up yelling)

"Deenasia- oh hello" you said purposely interrupting their conversation receiving a glare from Deena. "Hello, I'm Armin" the blonde reached out for you to shake his hand. "Y/n" you say shaking his hand.

"I'm sure you've meet Deenasia" you say pointing to her direction. "Yep he has now get going" Deena mumbled nudging to go leave. "Well I'll leave you two lo- I mean people alone" you say purposefully walking off to your next class.

"Sit please" the teacher said from his desk. You went to the back of the class like usual, near the window. "We in the same class again" the person in front of you said. "You must like my presence?" You tease looking his direction.

"Shit, maybe if we got off to a better start I probably would've liked your presence.." Connie mumbled. "Y/n...y/n!" You heard next to you. "What Deenasia?" You ask annoyed after she repeated your name so many times.

"Blondie gave me the number" Deena said showing you a small piece of paper she pulled out of her bra. "Nice" you say turning your attention to the front.

"Alright the name is Mr Ackerman, your world studies teacher" the teacher at the front stood.

"Short ass"








"Or do I slack in the back of a w-wic-wic-wack line"

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𝖧𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖯𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒                                       | Connie Springer | Where stories live. Discover now