Chapter 7

" ok, you, are starting to creep me out",i said opening up my locker. " am i creeping you out now?", he asked. I turned my attention to him. He was making a funny face. I laughed. "Seriously?", i asked closing my locker and walking off. He ran up to my side walking with me." Which class do you have first?", he asked.i seriously forgot all about that. Why do i have to come to school?. I looked at the timetable in my hand.Physics?. Great." Looks like i have the worst subject in the world ", i said." Let me guess physics?, he asked. " Got that right nigga", i said.  You know i find it very disrespectful for you to call me that", he said. " i can' t help it, i' m always disrespectful and disgusting. It' s just me. If you don' t like it, then you cut", i said entering a classroom and taking a seat at the back.

Cody' s p.o.v

How rude?  I' ve never seen a girl so disrespectful and insolent before. I entered the classroom taking a seat at the front. A message came in on my phone. I checked it out.

Zack: hey man, there' s this huge party tonight. All the hotties will be there and i seriously think you should come.

I locked down my phone immediately. Party huh?. Not my thing. I turned my attention to the back of the class, where Emily was. She was having a convo with a boy. As expected.

Emily's p.o.v

I was talking to this boy name brandon. I would say he' s a nice guy and hot. He' s always smiling. He was telling me about Riverdale high. The kids here." And who would that be?", i asked smiling.  " You ofcourse", he said smiling. " Brandon right?", i asked smiling. He shook his head. " If you wanna be friends, that's cool with me, but..... Otherwise from that.....  nah", i said looking at him. " so .... Friends?", he asked. " friends", i said smiling. " can i tell you something", he asked. " sure", i replied. " you look like a real bitch, but you' re really nice", he said. I blinked about a thousand times and then i finally said it. " thanks for the compliment", i said. " you' re welcome", he said walking off to his seat. This school is so boring. I can hardly see any cook kids. I looked around the classroom observing the kids. I spotted some kids in a corner( girls); dressed in full black, rings boring and decorating different parts of their bodies. I guess they're the black bettles. I continued my observation. Kids, kids, kids, kids and .......co right.Cody. i found him staring at me , maybe trying to figure out something; with that face expression. Where is the teacher for this class. I got up and walked to the front of the class; where cody was. " hey nigga", he said smiling. I sat down on his desk smiling. " They expect us to teach ourselves, right?", i asked . " yea, basically that", he said smiling. " From the look of things in here, no one seems to know shit", i said." Language", he said smiling. I looked at him. This guy. " why do you have a problem with everything?", i asked. He looked at me still smiling. He just keeps smiling with me. He looked in my eyes now speaking." The problem is not the problem, but the attitude you have with the problem", he said fastly. Ok...." Whoa, slow down on your language or analogy, whatever you just said", i said pointing at him. He laughed at me causing the entire class to look at us. " seriously, What the hell, did you just say?" , i asked smiling. " you didn' t learn english at your old school?", he asked. " How disrespectful, ofcourse i learnt english just not ' your english'", i quoted. " Basically, all englishes are the same", he quoted with his fingers smiling." As if...", i said smiling. He smiled at me. He' s so easy to talk to. Always has something new to say. He' s different from all the others. The other boys." Thinking about me?", i heard him ask.  What did he just say?. " Excuse me?", i asked smiling. " i wasn' t thinking of you", i said. He looked at me with a serious face. " Isn' t that what was going on in that beautiful mind of yours?", he asked swirling my finger at the side of your head. " And i' m out of my mind right?", he asked. " Yea, you are", i said getting up and smiling. ( Bell rings). " Nigga", i asked looking at him for the last time and walking out with a smile on my face.