My Ghetto Love Story
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Original - Misc › -Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,869
Reviews:
1
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I Can’t Believe This Shit!
My Ghetto Love Story
Chapter 2: I Can’t Believe This Shit!
I’m lost, like really lost! Who, on God’s green earth, is this girl? Why is she in my face, and why is she rollin’ ha damn neck? What the fuck did she just say to me? Is Ty funna have to fuck a bitch up? Yea, I think she is.
Just when I was about to get up and fuck lil’ miss thang up, some fine, chocolate, let me lick you all ova, type of brutha walked up. He had on a Coogie racecar coat with some black Coogie jeans, with a rainbow type of design on one back pocket, and the same on the other but with swords crossed in front of it. To top off the outfit he had on some hard ass candy forces, and a matching fitted hat. I don’t know if he is the total outer package or what, he could dress, was fine, had pretty deep brown eyes, and had a cute smile, with the clear skin. Damn!
He came up behind that ugly ass girl and put his arms around her waist. What the hell is he bout to do? “Mich,” he said in a voice smoother than velvet, “what you trippin’ ‘bout ma?”
Mich? Who names their female, no matter how suspect said female child might look, Mich?
“This half cent hoe,” said the mannish-chick now identified as Mich, “she sittin’ at our table baby.” BABY??????? Why all the fine ones gotta go with the ugly girls. Well my brother did tell me once that the ugly ones be the ones that do EVERYTHING. But still, he is too fine to be with that!
“Come on now girl, dere’s plenty of tables in this big ass cafeteria,” he reasoned, “ain’t no need to fight ova this one, aiight?”
“Yea, I guess,” it said. “Well you betta be glad Que came ova here ‘cuz I was about to fuck yo lil’ ass up.” That’s it.
“Tha hell you was ‘ya trifling, man lookin’ ass bitch,” I fire back, “I’ll drag yo ass all up and down this muthafuckin cafeteria!” Mich just gave me a hateful look. She looked like she was ready to step, and baby I wanted her to, so I could beat ha ass.
Mich pushed away from Que and walked up on me and swung. She hit me dead in the jaw, yea, it stunned me, but not for that long ‘cuz I came right back with that jab right in ha eye. The next thing I know, we full out brawling in the middle of the cafeteria.
There’s all types of kids surrounding us now, all yelling things like, “fuck that bitch up Mich,” or “dis shit goin on Youtube and Myspace.”
I had finally got the bitch on the floor, and was doin’ ha in when some body grabbed me from behind and pulled me off of her.
“What the fuck,” I yell, “let me go, shit!” I was struggling hard against my captor, I really wanted to go and finish what I started. But, who ever had me wasn’t letting go. Instead, he carried my ass all the way to my principals office.
By the time we got to Mr. Simmons office, I was calming down, but I was also crying. I don’t know why but every time I get the fighting I start to cry. Maybe it’s the fustration built up inside of me, or maybe it’s the fact that I just need a good cry, I really don’t know.
Mr. Simmons office was barley decorated. All he had in there was a name tag type thing, a desk cluttered with papers, a filing cabinet, a computer, and a TV. that was hooked to the schools security cameras.
Mr. Simmons himself was not a ugly man, but he wasn’t bad either. He was tall, at least 6’3, was well groomed, and had a very sexy voice. He also had some very pretty eyes, which at the moment looked at me like I was the scum of the earth.
“Well Ms. McDaniels,” he started off, and boy let me tell you there was disgust dripping from every letter, “your first day here, and you’re already in my office for fighting. I just stared at him like he was crazy, not really wanting to dignify him with an answer.
“I looked at your previous school records, and they we quite impressive,” he stated. “You made very good grades, but you were also in trouble quite a bit, care to tell me why?”
“Well sir,” I started, “being talked crazy to is one of my pet peeves, and on top of that I have a habit to say what’s on my mind,” I responded.
“That may be, but I will not tolerate fighting in my school,” he said in a threatening tone, “is that understood?”
“Yes sir,” I replied.
“Good, now we already have a statement on what happened from miss Roberts, now, I want one from you. Tell me what happened to cause that big of a fight?” I told him what happened, and the entire time he looked like he could care less, and was only listening because it was part of the school protocol.
“And that’s what happened,” I finished lamely.
“Thank you for telling me your side of the story.” Whatever, ass. “Normally, you would get 10 days for fighting, but since you are new, and I have many witnesses claiming you were hit first, I’m only going to give you 3 days of MAC.”
“Okay,” I say happy I didn’t get suspended.
“Yes, well I do need you to call your mother.” Shit! I ain’t neva gon’ hear the end of this shit if I call my mama. She specifically told me and my brother not to get in trouble our first day. Shit! Shit! SHIT!
Right when I was getting up to call my mom, all the while praying she wasn’t at home, I see my brother on the TV monitor fighting. No, not fighting, but getting ganged!
“WHAT THE FUCK,” I yell while running to help my brother. Fuck this shit ain’t nobody funna gang my brother and get away with that shit. I’m coming to help you Trey.
Chapter 2: I Can’t Believe This Shit!
I’m lost, like really lost! Who, on God’s green earth, is this girl? Why is she in my face, and why is she rollin’ ha damn neck? What the fuck did she just say to me? Is Ty funna have to fuck a bitch up? Yea, I think she is.
Just when I was about to get up and fuck lil’ miss thang up, some fine, chocolate, let me lick you all ova, type of brutha walked up. He had on a Coogie racecar coat with some black Coogie jeans, with a rainbow type of design on one back pocket, and the same on the other but with swords crossed in front of it. To top off the outfit he had on some hard ass candy forces, and a matching fitted hat. I don’t know if he is the total outer package or what, he could dress, was fine, had pretty deep brown eyes, and had a cute smile, with the clear skin. Damn!
He came up behind that ugly ass girl and put his arms around her waist. What the hell is he bout to do? “Mich,” he said in a voice smoother than velvet, “what you trippin’ ‘bout ma?”
Mich? Who names their female, no matter how suspect said female child might look, Mich?
“This half cent hoe,” said the mannish-chick now identified as Mich, “she sittin’ at our table baby.” BABY??????? Why all the fine ones gotta go with the ugly girls. Well my brother did tell me once that the ugly ones be the ones that do EVERYTHING. But still, he is too fine to be with that!
“Come on now girl, dere’s plenty of tables in this big ass cafeteria,” he reasoned, “ain’t no need to fight ova this one, aiight?”
“Yea, I guess,” it said. “Well you betta be glad Que came ova here ‘cuz I was about to fuck yo lil’ ass up.” That’s it.
“Tha hell you was ‘ya trifling, man lookin’ ass bitch,” I fire back, “I’ll drag yo ass all up and down this muthafuckin cafeteria!” Mich just gave me a hateful look. She looked like she was ready to step, and baby I wanted her to, so I could beat ha ass.
Mich pushed away from Que and walked up on me and swung. She hit me dead in the jaw, yea, it stunned me, but not for that long ‘cuz I came right back with that jab right in ha eye. The next thing I know, we full out brawling in the middle of the cafeteria.
There’s all types of kids surrounding us now, all yelling things like, “fuck that bitch up Mich,” or “dis shit goin on Youtube and Myspace.”
I had finally got the bitch on the floor, and was doin’ ha in when some body grabbed me from behind and pulled me off of her.
“What the fuck,” I yell, “let me go, shit!” I was struggling hard against my captor, I really wanted to go and finish what I started. But, who ever had me wasn’t letting go. Instead, he carried my ass all the way to my principals office.
By the time we got to Mr. Simmons office, I was calming down, but I was also crying. I don’t know why but every time I get the fighting I start to cry. Maybe it’s the fustration built up inside of me, or maybe it’s the fact that I just need a good cry, I really don’t know.
Mr. Simmons office was barley decorated. All he had in there was a name tag type thing, a desk cluttered with papers, a filing cabinet, a computer, and a TV. that was hooked to the schools security cameras.
Mr. Simmons himself was not a ugly man, but he wasn’t bad either. He was tall, at least 6’3, was well groomed, and had a very sexy voice. He also had some very pretty eyes, which at the moment looked at me like I was the scum of the earth.
“Well Ms. McDaniels,” he started off, and boy let me tell you there was disgust dripping from every letter, “your first day here, and you’re already in my office for fighting. I just stared at him like he was crazy, not really wanting to dignify him with an answer.
“I looked at your previous school records, and they we quite impressive,” he stated. “You made very good grades, but you were also in trouble quite a bit, care to tell me why?”
“Well sir,” I started, “being talked crazy to is one of my pet peeves, and on top of that I have a habit to say what’s on my mind,” I responded.
“That may be, but I will not tolerate fighting in my school,” he said in a threatening tone, “is that understood?”
“Yes sir,” I replied.
“Good, now we already have a statement on what happened from miss Roberts, now, I want one from you. Tell me what happened to cause that big of a fight?” I told him what happened, and the entire time he looked like he could care less, and was only listening because it was part of the school protocol.
“And that’s what happened,” I finished lamely.
“Thank you for telling me your side of the story.” Whatever, ass. “Normally, you would get 10 days for fighting, but since you are new, and I have many witnesses claiming you were hit first, I’m only going to give you 3 days of MAC.”
“Okay,” I say happy I didn’t get suspended.
“Yes, well I do need you to call your mother.” Shit! I ain’t neva gon’ hear the end of this shit if I call my mama. She specifically told me and my brother not to get in trouble our first day. Shit! Shit! SHIT!
Right when I was getting up to call my mom, all the while praying she wasn’t at home, I see my brother on the TV monitor fighting. No, not fighting, but getting ganged!
“WHAT THE FUCK,” I yell while running to help my brother. Fuck this shit ain’t nobody funna gang my brother and get away with that shit. I’m coming to help you Trey.