One Shots

first day | takeoff

I sat in my first period class, chemistry. It was the first day so the teacher was introducing himself and having everyone introduce themselves after him.

"Alright, popcorn." He said to one guy who had waves. I didn't pay attention to his name. He was lightskin and tatted up even though we were juniors. "Kirsh."

"Ight I'm Kirshnik Ball." I turned as soon as I heard that deep ass voice. I swear, some of these dudes are some grown ass men. They had to fail or something because they too damn grown to be in this class.

"And I rap. I'm in this group." He said while his lightskin friend stopped making beats on the desk with his pencil.

"Oh really, what's your band called?" The teacher, Mr. Canham, asked him. I turned and watched his chest rise up and down. He was very pretty. A very beautiful man. His long dreads made him even more handsome to me, I've always been a sucker for darkskins with dreads and tattoos. And lucky for me, he has both.

"Polo club." He shrugged. Everyone in the class started laughing except me, him, and his lightskin friend. The only people who laughed were the boujee white kids. They wear Lacoste now. They gave Polo up to us niggas. "Ain't nothin funny. When we get on the radio, you gone be mad as hell. Fuck niggas."

I let out a soft chuckle. We made eye contact before I turned my head and faced the board.

"Alright Kirshnik, popcorn." The teacher said. He was red. He didn't even say anything about Kirshnik's bad language. I shook my head. This school so damn different from my old school. My old school was loud and ghetto as hell. This school full of white kids. I'm lucky if I get a black kid in my class, it's rare to have another black girl accompanying me in my classes.

"The bad jawn in the front wit da brown braids and Trues." I swore under my breath when I realized he was talking about me. I rubbed my face and looked up at the teacher who was staring at me.

I introduced myself then looked down at my jeans. I was weirded out by the teacher. He kept staring at me. It made me uncomfortable because it was my first day and because he was like three times my age. That shit is weird.

"Alright then. Popcorn." I pointed to a girl who sat beside me. She was way too chirpy. It was literally 8 o'clock in the morning. She needed to chill out.

After she went, she passed it to one of her friends and then they passed it to one of their friends and it went like that the entire class period.

"Oh shoot guys, almost forgot." The teacher rummaged through his yellow folder and pulled out a pile of papers. He quickly sat two of the papers, a yellow one and a blue one. The yellow was a health form and the blue one was a syllabus.

"Get this signed and bring it back tomorrow." He said as soon as the bell rang. I stuffed the papers in my Vans backpack with flowers on it and threw the backpack over my back.

"Bye Mr. Canham." A couple girls said. They all waved at him then winked. I shook my head when I saw him smiling at them. It wasn't none of my business so I didn't even try to investigate it further.

"Bye. Have a nice rest of the day." He said to me. I just looked at him and walked out the class. He wasn't boutta be fuckin me on his desk. I'm not no home wrecker.

"Aye." I was gonna turn around but I didn't know my way around these halls so I kept my eyes and head forward, ignoring the boy behind me. "Aye ma." He caught up with me. He had his arms crossed while he was walking.

"Hey Kirshnik." I replied. He was even finer up close. He licked his lips and looked down at me. He was about 6 feet tall and I was almost 5'6. So not much of a height difference. It was cute actually.

"What class you got next?" He took my schedule out my hand and scanned over it. "Aw damn, sociology. Lemme walk ya there."

"Ain't you gone be late?" I asked, taking my schedule from him. "You can't be late on the first day."

"Exactly, I can't be late the first day." He pronounced his words slowly then tapped the side of his head. "Gotta think ma. Freshmen don't know the school. They ain't doin tardies this week. So I ain't gone be late." I rolled my eyes. I guess he saw me because he snaked his lips.

"Why you rollin ya eyes at a nigga?" He asked. I shrugged and looked up at the room I was outside of. Room 126. Sociology. "Aw damn. This ya stop huh?" He asked while leaning against the door. The teacher saw him but didn't say anything. Why doesn't anyone say anything to this nigga? They actin like they scared of him or somethin. Like damn. Discipline this nigga.

"Yep, this me." I tried to walk past him but he held his arms out. I already know he want a hug. I attempted to push past him but he blocked my way.

"A nigga can't get a hug? I helped you get here." He said as the bell rang. I rolled my eyes. I really didn't want my teacher to get the impression of me being a late person. Especially not on the first day.

"I found my way here by myself." I crossed my arm and rested my weight on my left leg, putting my hand on my hip and looking at him. "I didn't ask you for directions here did I?" He smirked, probably at my smart mouth. My mama always told me my mouth would be my downfall, but I never listened.

"Damn. That's how you gone talk to ya future nigga?" He asked me while I just stared at him. "Imma forgive you though. Now gimme a hug so you can go to class wit a smile on ya pretty face."

I tried to give him a side hug and he looked at my like I was stupid. "Stop playin." I laughed and gave him a real hug, taking in his scent. He smelled like weed and Polo cologne. I smiled and pulled away.

"Big beautiful ass. Have a good day in sociology." He wrapped his arm around my waist before moving out the way so I could get into class. He made sure I got in and winked at me through the glass by the door. I smiled and waved at him. He walked away from the door, cheesin.

That whole class period, all I did was think of him. Hopefully I'll see him later.

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im really brain dead on new ideas and who to make more imagines about so pleaseeee request! like if i don't get any more requests, im just gonna delete this whole book tbh