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{Damon}

~Monday, March 21, 2016

"Aren't you going to save her?" The male chuckled as his lips turned into a sinister grin. 

A beautiful small girl, no more than the age of four or five, sobbed as the male kneeled next to her. Her nut-brown eyes were wide and puffy as the tears ran down her bruised cheeks. Her lengthy black hair was highlighted with her blood.  And her caramel complexion was smooth as the scratches and cuts were like a painting with one last stroke to be done.

The girl's eyes looked down at the two beaten boys. "Aidez-moi, s'il vous plaît! (Please, help me!)" she quavered. Both of the boys were covered in bruises and their cuts ran deep causing the blood to soak their pajamas. There were two other men that held their chins to face the horrified girl stood with a blade towards her neck. "S'il vous plaît! (Please!)"

Tsking, for a moment the male then spoke, "It's a shame it had to end this way."

Blood then poured from her neck onto the floor as if it was a red storm

My eyes opened widely as adrenaline jerked my body up. I held my head in my hands as I tried to catch my breath and calm my nerves down. It felt like I ran a fucking marathon with all the sweat running down my body and my heart pounding like a drum. Oh God, that was a horrible dream. A horrible fucking nightmare.

"Damon! You better be up! I'm not going to be late because you slept in again!" The banshee screeching and pounding on my bedroom door is my annoying step-sister LaToya.

"¡Cállate! (Shut up!)" I shouted back in frustration, "We'll get there when we get there, so chill out!" I'm seriously not in the mood for her constant nagging today. Not now.

LaToya huffed heavily, "Boy, just get ready!" with that she stomped off up the hallway.

Despite her yelling, I remained in bed as I tried to gather my thoughts while gliding my fingers through my hair.  It was just a dream, get your shit together. I let out a shaky breath. I shouldn't get this worked up over this, there are more important things to worry about. After about five minutes, I finally got out of bed sluggishly and headed straight to the bathroom on the right. Flicking on the light switch I walked down the sleek narrow white and grey room towards the shower turning it on.

As the shower ran, I pulled out the light wooden drawer to grab my toothpaste and brush. But as I grabbed both, a pack of cigarettes was laid down not to far. Hesitantly I picked it up, staring at the pack pondering the thought 'is it worth it?'

No, idiot, it isn't. 

Yet I still have the damn thing. Every morning, it's a painful reminder of the past but day after day I never got rid of it, as if I'm saving it for a rainy day. I sighed as I put the cigarettes back in the cabinet closing it. After brushing my teeth, I did my business, took my shower, before continuing the same boring ass routine.

I stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel around my waist, diamond studs and a wet gold chain around my neck and it felt like I've been hit by an avalanche. A cold chill went down my spine for a second as I made my way towards my walk-in closet. After putting on some briefs on I grabbed a pair of black biker jeans and slid into those. Then shuffled through some tops on the rod until I picked this black hoodie with a red rectangle towards the top and 'it's lit' in white. I pulled this on, covering up my tattooed arm, before grabbing a black bomber jacket cause it's supposed to be cold as fuck outside. The last few things I put on is my gold Rolex, black infrared Jordan 6's.

Once dressed I returned to my dark bedroom to collect both of my booksacks, the Jansport one for school and Nike one for track practice. Then I grabbed my iPhone 6 Plus and my big 'nerd' like glasses from my nightstand before walking out the comfort of my room.

While walking up the hallway I glanced at the abstract paintings as I put my glasses on. I was on my way to Mariah's and Avery's room who is one of the few people I actually care about. Mariah is my little sister while Avery is my daughter. Yeah, I know. I'm extremely young to be a parent at eighteen but I'm doing a whole lot better than my own. Considering the fact I haven't seen him since he last paid his visit last month. But who needs him anyways, I made it this far without him on my side.

I grew suspicious as I approached the strangely cracked open door. Weird.  Neither of them is early birds. Silently I opened the door wider, ready to kick any intruders ass. I crept into the room to see the teenage redhead trying to wake up Mariah.

I raised my eyebrow while leaning my back in the doorway, "Seriously?" the girl jumped, spinning around with her eyes widen in shock and mouth opened.

"Gosh! You almost gave me a freaking heart attack! Have you ever heard of knocking?!" she shouted in an undertone while crossing her arms. This bundle of joy is Trinity-ann Scott, Trinity or Trin for short. She's one of the four of my mama's foster daughter. Or at least she was, three of the four are eighteen and over... She's a roommate.

Trinity-ann is from New York and has a fair skin tone with freckles dotting her oval-shaped face that went with her dark brown, almond-shaped eyes, and medium-sized lips. Her long red hair, specifically auburn as she constantly reminds me, is in a ponytail which matches the color of her thinly arched eyebrows. Trinity is skinny but not skinny at the same time, there's a bit of thickness and toned-ness to her 5'8 figure. Guess that's from cheerleading.

I simply shrugged my shoulder, ambling further into the white room onto the pink rug in the middle, "It's my house." The room was pretty spacious because of the white bunk bed on the back wall.

Trinity-ann rolled her eyes at me, "That's no excuse for scaring me to death." 

"At least you'll be dead before freezing to death." I studied Trinity's outfit, questioning her choice.  I know we live in Louisiana but it still gets cold. Trinity wore a sleeveless pink playsuit thing with black flats with the ankle straps and this huge pink rose headband. I swear it looks like she jumped out of Coachella or something. Jewelry wise there is a lot of diamond hearts: earrings and a locket necklace along with a bracelet. Her makeup is light pink as is her long ass nails. I may not be a fashion expert but it's too cold for this. "You do know it's suppose to be forty some degrees?"The only reason I know this is cause Mama was watching the news while I was eating dinner last night.

"Yeah, and I was fine during football season. I think I can survive this." Trinity insisted before going into the closet. Sure you can Trin. You were fine when you wore two layers of clothes at the games.

" 'Ight. I don't want to hear your ass complain about how cold it is or wanting to go inside then."  I warned her while proceeding towards the bunk beds and placing my bags down as I sat. Avery was still asleep despite Trinity's loud 'whispering'. 

"Then cover your ears," Trinity-ann sassed back.

I rolled my eyes before gently shaking my ángel, "Despierta (Wake up)."

Avery turned over in the opposite direction of me while groaning. Bien essayé (Nice try). I shook my head as I chuckled and pulled the polka dot covers off her skinny little body. Avery shivered in her purple Monster High pajamas and clutched her brown build-a-bear Winnie closer to her.

"No..." The two-year-old whined and yawned.

"Yes..." I mocked her as she turned back towards me.

"But I don't want to get up." Avery continued to whine, finally opening her eyes showing off her stunning crystal blue eyes. Her mother's eyes. That beautiful she-demon. There's not much to say about her mother other than she left us a few days after Avery's birth. Yet, she looks so much like her mom. My ángel and her demon mother both have a light tan complexion, a heart-shaped face with roundish eyes and slight plumped lips. Her hair was silky black like ours but curly like mine. That's one of the only things we share besides some powers.

"I know Aj, but I have school today." I licked the bottom of my lip hating the fact I can't just stay home with her, "But look at the bright side, you're going to the zoo today."

That immediately made her face lit up as she sat up in bed with a huge smile, "I can't wait to go! I want to see t-the  giraffes and elephants."

I chuckled at how she pronounced them 'gee-raffs' and 'Ellie-fonts'. "Why is that AJ?"

"They're awesome and... and super duper tall like you."

"Yeah, I don't think I'm that tall but I am awesome." I may be tall for her height but I'm only 6'2 or something. Trinity laughed unnecessary loud, like one of those super fake laughs. "Cállate!"

Avery giggled before shaking her head, "You're super tall daddy, like a giraffe."

"Bueno (okay) Avery. Let's get you ready so you can go the zoo." Avery started to scoot off of her bed and strolled to the bathroom closing the door behind her. Trinity placed her clothes down on the bed while I chilled on the floor.

A few minutes later Avery came back to me. "You brushed your teeth?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Avery flashed me a toothy grin, "See."

I smiled at her, "Bien. Let's get you dressed now." I helped her take her pajamas and put on the outfit Trinity picked. It was a denim shirt with a little tie in the front, camouflage pants and brown ugg boots. I didn't put her light pink coat yet though. After I summoned her brush, comb, two rubber bands and the black hair gel into my hands as Avery sat down in front of me playing with Winnie. Parting her hair in the middle, I used the brush and gel to make a pom-pom on the left side.

"Look at you, finally able to do hair." Trinity snickered as she came back into the room with Mariah's clothes as I put the rubber band in Avery's hair.

I scoffed at her as I started to make the right pom-pom, ignoring her comment. Trinity shook Mariah to wake up, "Come on Mariah, it's time to wake up." After about thirty seconds, she finally sat up with a confused look before falling back into the pillow.

Mariah Carter is the product of my Madre new marriage along with two step-siblings as an unfortunate bonus. Sadly I can't return them. Anyways we didn't differentiate from each other appearance wise. Same black silky curly hair, light-skinned tone, dark brown round-ish eyes and plump lips. Guess that what happens when both of our dads are black. Our mama is a French Hispanic though, her father is a French Caucasian while her mother is Puerto Rican and Mexican. Which makes us a lot of shit.

"Good luck," I smirked while I picked up my bags and Avery's coat before glancing down at Avery who was trying to fit one of her toys in her little black purse. "Vamos, princesa, la hora del desayuno (Come on, Princess, breakfast time)". Avery nodded before throwing her toy to the side and grabbed Winnie and we made our way towards the kitchen.

"Daddy?" Avery looked up at me.

"Yeah, Princesa."

"You know what an elephant sounds like?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah, they sound something like this." Changing my voice, I actually managed to mimic an elephant. Probably to the point I woke up Mama who is upstairs. Oops.

Avery laughed as I made elephant noises, "Again, again!" The whole walk to the kitchen was filled with elephant noises and my baby girl's laughter.

We both laughed as we entered the modern white kitchen and was greeted by two very amused faces, one being my twin brother Devin and roommate Blair. "Matin (morning)," I childishly grinned as I lifted Avery into a chair at the dark wooden table which is connected to the marble island stovetop where they stood behind.

"Matin Oncle Devin et Blair (Morning Uncle Devin and Blair)!" Avery exclaimed with a toothy smile saying the little French she knows. 

Both chuckled at us and replied, "Matin." I walked behind them towards the refrigerator in the back corner to grab a chocolate milk protein shake and the bottle of orange juice. On the floor in front of the white cabinets with wooden countertops is the large sleeping leopard. Shai, the overgrown housecat belongs to Blair. No one knows how or why she had him but he's been here since Blair moved in.

I summoned Avery's purple cup out of the cabinet because I'm not trying to awaken the beast.  I poured some juice in it before I put it back in the fridge. After I gave her the cup I leaned forward on the island.

Avery drunk some of her juice before she spoke. "Guess where I'm going today."

"On a field trip?" Blair gave her a warm smile as she spoke in that Egyptian accent which is simply beautiful accompanying her silky voice.

"On a field trip?" Blair gave her a warm smile as she spoke in that Arabic accent which is simply beautiful accompanying her silky voice. She was eating a yogurt parfait while Devin cooked beside her. Devin had a few plates of toasted buns on the counter while a few pans cooking on his side. There was a pan of white meat, bacon, sunny side up eggs and scrambled eggs.

Avery nodded her head quickly, "Sí, my daycare class is going to the zoo."

"That's cool. I haven't been to the zoo in a while." Avery looked at Blair in utter shock.

"Really?! Why don't you come with me today? You, me, and daddy can go." That's my girl. I chuckled at her before drinking my shake while looking at Blair with a raised eyebrow.

Blair Evans, captain of Alley Cats dance team, vampire, and one of the prettiest girls I've seen, besides my daughter, sisters, and mama. Her body is just, flawless. She is light skinned with a thick curvy figure and is quite short at 5'2. Her curly, thick, black hair is currently in a messy bun that sat on her diamond shaped face. Blair's hazel eyes were complimented by her long eyelashes and thick arched eyebrows. The girls who live here eyebrows stay winning. Anyways, Blair does have quite a few tattoos and piercings, though most are covered up. The ones I could see is: the henna tattoo on all of her fingers and goes down to her left wrist, part of the rose on her left hip, a dangling studded belly button ring, double pierced ears with gold studs in, a studded helix piercing on her right ear, a gold nose hoop in her left nose, and a stud in her jugular notch. That girl really loves her piercings.

Blair let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry Ave, but your dad and I have school today. Maybe some other time." I took a moment to admire her outfit, simple yet she looks amazing. She wore a light gray crop top, which showed off her toned stomach, accompanied by hooded camo jacket and a lot of black. Black Adidas leggings, ankle socks, Givenchy fur slides, and MCM booksack on her back. On her left wrist is a gold Michael Kors watch while on her head is a black Nike visor. Blair's makeup was nude, showing off her high cheekbones. And her claws, I mean nails, were painted white.

"Want to go on Easter?" I suggested with the same raised eyebrow looking down at Blair.

Blair shrugged lightly, "Sure," she answered simply before taking a bite of her food.

A small smile formed on my lips, which didn't last long when Devin shook his head at me. "So you're telling me, your two-year-old daughter basically set you up on a date. Sad." I rolled my eyes at his telepathic message.

"Shut the fuck up." I sent back at him with a glare. Although we're not identical, we were pretty similar in more ways beyond looks. Though I was the sexier twin. Both of us have short curly black hair and a fade, but his hair was more of an afro texture. We are light skinned with plump light pink lips, a small amount of facial hair on our mustache area and chin on our triangular face. Devin's eyes are more of an amber color and more of an almond shape. Both of our ears are pierced and we have a few tattoos on our arm, not as many as Blair though. And from playing sports, we have an athletic build not that we're super buff but we are muscular and is the same height.

"You need to step your game up bro. This getting pretty sad. What's next, your next date is a tea party?" I rolled my eyes at his comment. Devin wore a zipped up white Nike windbreaker with black joggers and a pair of 72-10 Jordans. Like me, he wore glasses too. He also had a chain around his neck and a black and gold Apple Watch on his wrist.

I sat down next to Avery while Devin started to place the chicken, bacon, spring greens, tomato, and a sunny side egg on the buns. While he was busy fixing the other plates I snuck one by me. I bit into it I began to drift out of the large window.  It was still dark outside, though I don't know why I expected the sun to start coming up at 6:30 in the morning. The lights outside lit up the infinity pool wrapped around most of the mansion like a mope.

"Ew! Daddy got food on his face!" Avery's adorable laughter made me I snapped out of my thoughts to notice egg yolk is running down my chin.

"Your dad is a messy eater," Blair grinned at Avery as she gave me a napkin to clean up.

After cleaning my chin I smirked devilishly at her once Blair noticed what she said. "I happen to be a very neat eater, thank you." Blair's eyes narrowed at me but I could tell her cheeks were getting hot.

Devin shook his head, "Cabrón (Dumbass)." He gave Avery a plate of scrambled eggs before he took a bite of his sandwich returning to his silent self. Blair rolled her eyes at my 'immatureness' but I shrugged it off. Bet she wouldn't mind when I make her eyes rolled back when I... nevermind.

It grew quiet as we ate, which is strange when living with this circus.  Something's wrong.

The shouting of two girls echoed in the house. Much better.

"Would y'all shut up! It's too early for this!" The cracking teenage voice yell came from the other step-sibling, Jamel. The fifteen-year-old entered the kitchen, muttering to himself and went straight to the fridge.

Moments later the two girls walked into the room, one scolding the other girl who strolled in like nothing ever happened. The girl doing the scolding is known as Adrianna Scott or Adria for short, Trinity-ann's identical twin sister. The only difference about their appearance is that her hair was cut to her shoulders and piercings. Both have their ears pierced but Adria also had a helix piercing while Trinity-ann has a belly button piercing. Speaking of Trinity, where the hell is she? Does it take that long to dress a four-year-old?

"What?" The second girl spoke in an annoying Californian high pitched voice, just slightly higher than Trinity's and Adrianna's and most girls, glanced at all us. Meet Maia Summers, the youngest member of our supernatural 'crime fighting' group at sixteen. Adrianna is eighteen like her sister, Devin and I are turning nineteen next month. However, Blair looks between eighteen and twenty-one. No one really knows how old she is. But we're a group of supernaturals that fight local crime and piss off the police for doing their job better. A 'thank you' card to Chick-fil-a would suffice but its whatever.

Adrianna continued to give Maia the famous Scott silent treatment. I rolled my eyes at them while muttering, "I'm not even going to ask."

"Good, because it's none of your business dog breath." Despite having the attitude equivalent to the height of a giraffe, she's actually only three inches taller than Blair. Maia is quite slim and has an olive skin tone. Her heart-shaped face has wide ocean blue eyes with brown angled eyebrows and medium sized lips. She has long blonde hair that is currently braided into one. Maia may have everyone else fooled with that sweet innocent look but she's been expelled from both of the school in the parish, including the one we all go to.

"Don't you have a city bus to catch, Summers." I narrowed my eyes at her. Since she's not welcomed at any other school in St. Charles Parish mi madre put her at some private school in Uptown New Orleans. I definitely would prefer my dress code than a private school one, seeing how the girls dress I can only wonder how awful the boys are. Though this week is free dress at my school, I still would have preferred my uniform, if I ever wore it.

Maia's uniform consisted of a: white collared shirt, striped green and neutral tie, dark green blazer, gray checkered skirt, and black flats. This went along with a gold choker and bracelet. Her makeup was light pink as well and her nails are clear.

"Don't you have a pathetic public school to go to, mutt." She rolled her eyes, "Have fun at poor people school," with that she spun around and left the kitchen.

Jamel sighed in relief as she left, "Finally."

"You know what happened?" Blair glanced at Jamel who sat down on the other side of Avery with a plate in front of him.

"All I heard was those two fussing about something stupid."  Jamel doesn't look that different from Devin and I despite not sharing any genetics. The only difference is his hair is brown and his eyes always make him look like he just woke up.

"Adrianna." Trinity stood in the entrance of the kitchen, with Mariah in her arms sleeping. Mariah had on her navy polo shirt, khaki shorts, and the Jordan retro 5's while her hair was in a ponytail. Seriously? It took twenty minutes for that?

Adrianna silently chewed her food as she stood at the end of the island. After swallowing she said, "So I was going to shave, when I used the shaving cream, it was filled with glue." She spoke in a sour New Yorker accent, once again being a victim of Maia's pranks.

"Trinity cringed  as she walked further in to grab breakfast, aka to be near Devin, "That's so uncalled for."

"It's Maia. Most of the things she does are uncalled for." Devin mentioned before he kissed Trin's forehead before handing her a plate of scrambled eggs. He had a point though. She got into the habit of pranking us and almost getting killed after. Like last month she put pink hair dye in Blair's shampoo bottle. Let's just say Blair was so pissed that her hair turned into black fire as she attacked Maia.

Adrianna nodded in agreement, "I don't know what we're going to do with her." Unlike most of the girls here, Adria is the only one who doesn't wear makeup. Her style was quite simple. Adrianna wore a gray minions sweatshirt, light blue ripped jeans, and black converse accompanied by her gray booksack. "We should leave in five minutes."

Latoya finally decided to join us in the kitchen. Sure she rushed me to get ready but took a century to get ready. Whatever. Unlike her brother or father, she was the only one with dark skin. Latoya's eyes were close to the shade of black while her nose was round and her lips were plumped. She stood an inch taller than her brother at 5'10 at only sixteen.

"I was starting to wonder where you disappeared off to," I said, causing her to roll her eyes at me.

"Shut up, Damon." Latoya hissed at me before going on her phone.  Latoya was dressed in a navy floral top, a light pink blazer where the sleeves went to her elbows, white pants, and black flats. Jewelry wise she wore gold hoops, a pearl necklace, and a gold watch and bracelets. Her black hair was straightened and her makeup was a dark reddish-purple color while her nails matched her blazer except for one finger which is silver.

"Someone's being bitter this morning." I picked up both of my bags up and the coat, "Vamos Aj, I'll put Paw Patrol on while you wait for your Nana to get up."

Pass the dining area was the humongous living room. There were two parts to it, the center one with curved tan couches and the one past the large white shelves. Walking past this area was the TV section. There was a huge white leather 'L' shaped couch with dark brown pillows and a brown leather seat next to it A glossy rectangular wooden coffee table was in front of it. The huge TV was on a stand right beside the fireplace.

I turned on the tv to Paw Patrol then moved towards Avery and kneeled down to Avery's level, "I'll pick you up right before track practice."

"Can we get a smoothie after? Please." Avery pulled the puppy eyes out on me. I hate when she does that.

"I'll think about it."

"Okay. Bye daddy and you better be good in school."

I smiled cheekily at her, "I'll try to, Princessa. You be good today too." I pecked her lips before standing back up. "Bye Ave."

I started to walk to through the glass hallway outside the house to the glass garage. Yes, it's really made of glass. I grabbed my keys and walked past all the Lamborghinis, Audi's and any other luxurious car or motorcycle you can think of, lined up in two rows. I got in my black Range Rover Sport, starting up the engine while Devin walked in as well to his maroon one.

I pulled my phone out and connected it to the aux cord while scrolling through Apple Music I picked Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe by Kendrick Lamar. Moments later after  I backed up into the courtyard to pick everyone up.

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I drove up the road to see the infamous Destrehan High School. Think of it as a rich but hood school. Drugs are slang, fights are the daily form of entertainment, SoundCloud rappers are tryna make it big and sex is made the hottest trend. Yet most act like it's the end of the world when they don't get an 'A' and is scared to even get a tardy. Then there is wannabe thugs and the real thugs. It's sad to say that the soft wannabe's almost outnumbered the real ones. It's whatever though.

Once we arrived at the parking lot I parked the Range in the pimped out lot.I got in my spot while Devin parked in front of me while chilled in my seat for a minute and check my social media while Rambo by Bryson Tiller was blasting through my speakers. 

That is until Adrianna turned down my music, "Bruh, why you touching my volume?"

"I was trying to ask you something." Adrianna rolled her eyes at me. She lucky I didn't cut her finger off.

"What?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you actually going to track practice today?"

I shrugged, "Probably. But I'm picking up Avery after school so get Devin keys." I'm too lazy to even take out her car seat or to steal his keys from him.

Adrianna rolled her eyes at my laziness, "See you at lunch." She then got out the car and started to walk towards the main building. Immediately after she left I turned my music back up.

A few minutes later I put my phone up in my pocket before turning off the car and getting out. I  went to the back door to get my bags but I rolled my eyes when Latoya was still here. She instantly gave me a dirty face when I opened the door.

"Can I help you?" She placed her phone on her lap.

"Yes, you can get your royal ass out of my car." I stepped to the side for her to get out.

LaToya scoffed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you from your hoodrats and ratchet bitches." She grabbed her Black Coach bag and phone as she stepped out the car.

"No, I just didn't want to keep Hannah and Molly waiting to talk to you about tans and daddy's six-figure salary, Coco." When I called her by her nickname she looked as if she wanted to cut my throat. But unfazed by her anger, she stomped away from me. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed my bags, closing the door as I began my journey to the gym.

I was going to wait for Devin but he was already walking Trinity inside. She's walking pretty fast for not being cold. Once I got inside the gym building I walked down the hallway where the secret vending machine is. A few guys were running into the locker room with bags of hot fries in their arms. What the hell?

I jogged to the vending machine to see a huge box of hot fries opened and my friend Dehaven stuffing his bag with them.

"This day just got better," I swung my bag off and started to stuff my bag with as many chips as I can."

"Right, I heard Isiah left the box here all open and shit," Dehaven spoke in his Dominican accent. He was a brown skinned and fit like the both of me since he played football but a little shorter. Dehaven's black hair looked freshly cut and he already has a mustache and chin beard.

"I'm not even going to complain bout him being slow ever again." I'm probably lying to myself.

Dehaven laughed, "Mentiroso.¿Dónde está Devin? (Liar. Where is Devin?)"

I shrugged while zipping my bag up, "Con Trinity probablemente (With Trinity probably)."

Dehaven nodded while standing up after zipping  up his bag, "Well, él se está perdiendo (he is missing out)." Glancing back into the box it was empty like my interest in school. "You seen the Villanova game?"

"Hell yeah, they destroyed Iowa. I swear dem niggas gonna make it fina-" Some grumpy bastard bumped into me and went over to the empty box. I glared daggers at his head, "Um, excuse me motherfucka. Why you gotta act like you don't have no home training?" Two of his goons stood at the entrance.

"Bumpin' into people and shit. Rude ass." Dehaven muttered at him, sharing my glare.
He faced us showing his ugly ass face, I mentally groaned when I noticed it was Andre hating ass. "Why y'all hungry asses took all the hot fries?"

"Finders keepers, losers weepers. Your ass shouldn't have taken so damn long to get here then maybe you could have had some." My lips turned into a childish grin. "Probably would have thought about giving you some if you wasn't a hating ass motherfucka."

Andre sucked his teeth, "Ain't no nobody hating on your stupid ass.  Can't even do anything right.

"Look who's talking. You can't even do a portion of the things I can do. Why you think coached benched you all season?" I snickered at him. It always the people who can't do shit hating.

"Wearing that jersey like it's an accessory." Dehaven and I busted out laughing. Andre looked like he was going to charge us as he flares his nostrils like a bull.

"I guess that's what your babymama thought when she left you. Can't ever do shit right, like put a condom on."

My glared harden at his smug face. "Wanna run that back again with me?

"I'm just saying, how hard it is to wrap it up. Pull out game weak as fuck. No wonder she left yo ass with that brat.."

That right there made my blood boil. He lucky I have control over my powers because my looks can kill, but so can these hands. No one talks badly about my daughter and gets away with it. I clenched my jaw and balled up my fist, seconds away from summoning a machete to chop his ass up.

I took a step closer to Andre while chuckling to myself, "That's what I thought." I punched him in the face before putting him in a headlock as he stumbled back. He tried to get free as I sent jabs to his stomach by trying to get me on the ground.

It didn't take long before Deheaven started to pull me off him but I wasn't going away easy. The goons tried to get Andre away from me while I continued to punch him.

"Come on Damon! Damn!" Dehaven yelled while pulling me off. So much for being good today.

~~~~

After my half a mile walk escorted by Dehaven, I finally arrived at Mrs. Patterson's homeroom a few minutes after the bell rang. There is a perfectly good explanation of why I was late... I took the long way to homeroom to cool off before I go back and beat bricks into that nigga. Wanna try to make my day bad over some damn hot fries. Next time get there quicker or buy your own.

I walked past all my classmates, who copied the homework they didn't do or talked into a blur. Once arriving at my desk in the back I sat next to Devin and our friend Thaylon. "Au sujet du temps vous vous présentez. (About time you show up.)"  He muttered in French while on his phone probably texting Trinity.

"Je suis venu, ce qui compte. (I came, that what matters.)"  I replied while getting out my phone.

"Surtout aujourd'hui. J'ai entendu dire que Javen avait quelques kilos d'herbe.. (Especially today. I heard Javen dumbass has a few pounds of weed.)"  Thaylon mentioned while speaking in his slight Haitian accent. He was dark skinned with the sponge twist in his black hair. Thaylon again was fit since he played football.

Stupid ass. Every week, on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday there is drug searches at different times of the day. If you're dumb enough to bring drugs to school on those days, first something is wrong with you and second, you're going to get arrested. I guess no one told him bail is a few hundred dollars.

I shook my head at him while checking my Snapchat, "Ce nigga est stupide comme une baise. Il apprendra quand il sera arrêté. (This nigga is stupid as fuck. He'll learn when he's arrested.)"

"De toute façon, où étais-tu? (Anyway, where were you?)" Devin asked, turning his phone face down as he gave me 'you better not have done anything stupid' look.

I held one finger out and opened my bag up to show them, "Dehaven et moi avons pris le reste ... et nous nous sommes battus (Dehaven and I took the rest... and we got into a fight). " I closed the bag up before Devin could swipe one.

"Zut. Où les avez-vous trouvés? Et qui a essayé de te battre? (Damn. Where you found them? And who tried to fight y'all?)" Thaylon asked.

"Par le distributeur automatique. Il y avait une énorme boîte. Et juste André et ses amis. Je jure qu'il essaye de se battre avec tout le monde pour une merde stupide. (By the vending machine. There was a huge box.  And just Andre and his friends. I swear he tries to fight everyone over stupid shit.)"

"Pourquoi ne nous l'as-tu pas dit plus tôt? Et j'aurais aimé que ce nigga essaie de la merde, je vais faire un carré sur son cul de chienne. (Why didn't you tell us earlier? And I wish this nigga would try some shit, I'll square up on his bitch ass.)" Devin bitterly mutter as clenched his fist.

I shrugged, "J'aurais pu le manipuler mais Dehaven me retenait. (I could have handled him but Dehaven was holding me back)." Andre got lucky Dehaven was even there.

Before he could reply, the intercom came on. "At this time all students shall remain in their homeroom classroom until the next announcement dismissing them to go to their first block class." The secretary spoke so loud over the intercom like she held the mouthpiece to her lips.

I leaned back into my seat, drinking my Gatorade as I watched my highlights from last football season. It was lit, though we didn't make it to the final game we did win twelve games and went into playoffs. Now, I have a few scholarships to colleges to play defensive back for their team. Alabama, Michigan State, LSU, Oregon, and Clemson. Devin has the same teams that asked for him to be their receiver/running back. 

The door opened as the cop and the police dog walked into the classroom. "Hands on the desk now," he demanded while he walked in front of the class.

Sucking my teeth, I placed my phone and hands down on the desk. The mutt and the police dog walked down each row with my fellow classmates looking like they're going to shit their pants. You think they would be used to it, since it happens every week, three times a week.

Once it got to my row, the dog started to focus more the desk between me, Devin, and some guy in front of us. Unfazed by the cop eying us, I noticed the guy's heart is beating faster and his thoughts yelled 'Oh shit' repeatedly. The dog stopped at his desk moments later and began to bark. The guy got up and sprinted out of the door with an angry German Shepherd chasing after him. The cop grabbed his booksack before joining the chase.

Thaylon ugly self turned towards us, "And to think that used to be y'all."

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Purposely, I slowly walked from the gym to my second block hellhole, World History. It's not that the class is hard, in fact, all of my classes are easy but the teacher hates me. Mr. Jackson probably sent me out of class more than any other teacher. I think he's been after me since day one. I'm sure he heard from my previous teachers talking about how 'bad' I am in class and thought is he sent me out enough he could expel me. Which is not completely true, but if I have friends in said class, I'm going to talk to them. There is no avoiding it. I'm either talking, texting my dumbass friends on group chat, watching Netflix or just sleeping. However, the student part I guess he liked since I make straight A's. Basically, you can say his overall opinion about me that 'I'm a talented young man who is wasting his potential'.

The tardy bell rang once I arrived at the end of the hallway. I'm already late, I might as well get some food before going to class. Hungry ass. Just to the right of the hall was Mrs. Bourgeois pro-start room. I walked into their kitchen to see Mrs. Bourgeois walking up and down the stations giving instructions for the cooking lab.

"Please make sure you season your chicken- Damon Rousseau."

"What's up, Mrs. Bourgeois and class,"  I switched to my charming French accent for a brief moment, "What y'all cooked in first block?"

"Fried rice and bourbon chicken. Why aren't you in class? You know Mr. Jackson is going to send you out of class... again." Mrs. Bourgeois was a short tanned lady probably in her late 20's. She had short brown hair that is tied back in a ponytail and she is a bit thin. And she's one of the few teachers that didn't hate me.

I shrugged my shoulders,  "Then I'll stay in your class."

Mrs. Bourgeois shook her head while releasing a small chuckle, "I'm not getting in trouble for harvesting you in the pantry while the administrators came searching for you like a wanted criminal... again. Especially after what happened to Ms. Stevenson."

I'm pretty sure Ms. Stevenson taught Chemistry, but she got caught having sex with a student earlier this year. That's nothing new here though, it happens once or twice a year. Is it disgusting? Hell yeah. Now she's in jail awaiting her trial.

"Next time I'll go in the freezer. I really don't want to go to his class."

"You can make it twenty-five more days in his class. I have the utmost faith in you." No, I really can't.

"Oh, come on Mrs. B. I can help cook." I groaned, he'll probably kill me for being this late.

She shook her head once more, "No, Damon. But if I get a good report from Mr. Jackson I'll give you an extra plate. Deal?" Best teacher ever!

I smiled cheekily, "Deal. Later Ms. B" Then I was on my way to world history.

I opened the door and everyone looked at me as if I'm covered in blood and have my machete in one hand and the other a head. Thank God I'm not because that would be super awkward.

Mr. Jackson was sitting on an empty desk in the front of the class. "Damon-"

"Damian..." Sadly his first name is dangerously close to mine. Some of the class snickered under their breath when he rolled his eyes. Mr. Jackson was decked out in all Ralph Lauren Polo with his light blue checkered shirt, khaki pants, light blue shoes and will tell you he dresses better. He was a built light skinned guy somewhere in 20's with short curly hair and lowkey had a mustache and chin hair as well. Basically, he was sorta the older version of Devin.  Pretty sure no girl has missed his class because of how 'attractive' he is. Will he be the new Ms. Stevenson, who knows?

"Where have you been?" Mr. Jackson question with a raised eyebrow on his annoyed face.

"At school."

He rolled his eyes, "Where on campus and why were you late to my class?"

"I don't know why we go through this every day, you should be glad I even showed up."

Mr. Jackson matched my annoyed tone, "Oh yes, I'm so grateful to see your smug face today."

"As anyone should be."

Mr. Jackson rolled his eyes once again as he shook his head. "Take a seat, Damon." On cue, I made my way to my seat in the back, to the left of Blair. "As I was saying before Mr. Rousseau barged in, you will be researching the country that I will assign to you in just a moment. You will do a powerpoint and present it on Wednesday. This project is ten percent of your grade so I would put effort into this if you need to bring your grade up."

Mr. Jackson picked up his clipboard from his podium next to him and began to call students names and their assigned country. Towards the end of his list it was finally my turn, "Damon you have Zaosas, Africa." I groaned instantly as I wanted a new country. Preferably Mexico or France. Somewhere I actually lived in.

"Can I get a different country?" I grumbled.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so. Don't worry Zaosas is a country rich in culture and has a fascinating history. It's more than a dusty and poor country as most perceive it to be. It's  the only country that avoided colonization, one of the few African countries still has a monarch and there are more interesting things about it. Such as the two eldest princes haven't been heard from in over a decade."

I scoffed, "Who cares about some real-life wannabe Disney princes?"

"The country, they are next in line for the throne. A whole nation that is rumored to be the most advanced country in the world."

"Hint, rumored. They show Africa as a giant dust village with a few nice cities."

"Then prove everyone wrong," Mr. Jackson then stood up, "I'm sure you'll learn to like it. If not, get over it."

I sighed. Everyone pulled out their laptops to start on the projects and get them over with. At least that's would a good student would do. Since I'm not really one I shall watch Narcos on Netflix until class ends.

"Late again. Where you stopped  this time?"

I faced Blair who's still on her phone. "I stopped by the Mrs. Bourgeois class."

She shook her head at me, "You know your mom would kill you if you got detention again."

"I didn't think you cared. I'm not going to get detention again. I think they know by now, it's not going to change anything."

"You should probably change that mindset for college."

"Yeah, I will. I can't lose my scholarship." It's not that money was an issue, my football scholarship is the only way I got into college. Not my high ACT scores or my straight A's. I've caused a lot of trouble before my junior year and most schools would have turned me down if it wasn't for my skills in football and future potential.

"Then it's better if you try to stay out trouble the last month of school."

I sighed as I leaned back in my desk, "Trouble always seems to find me."

"Um, bitch. Can you stop talking to my man?" Speaking of trouble, my ex Jayla decided to join our conversation after gossiping with her friends and turning around in her seat to face us. By all means, Jayla isn't ugly, she's beautiful but her personality is trash. Jayla is slim thick brown-skinned girl with short black curls. Her makeup was actually down nicely making her brown eye 'pop' and highlighting her plump lips and wide nose. She had the height and attitude of a giraffe. 

Rolling my eyes as I looked in the seat in front of Blair to see Jayla with an irritated look, though not as irritated as mine. I'm not in the mood for this shit."For the millionth time, we are not together anymore and we will never be again. How many times do I have to fucking tell you this?"

"You say that now but in the future, we'll be together again."  Jayla then turned to Blair with a slight smirk, "So why are you talking to Damon, bitch? Don't you have someone as pathetic you to talk to?"

Blair eyes were on her phone as she sighed, "Since you asked, yes I do," she looked up from her phone, "What's up Jayla?"

Jayla scoffed, "I'm not pathetic. I'm a somebody at this school unlike you. You're a nobody."

"You're right you are a somebody. You're somebody almost every guy fucked at this school. You're the somebody that pussy lips have the whole school smelling like a can of sardines. And as captain of the dance team, I think it's safe to say that I'm not a nobody, especially when the guys are checking out my... nevermind. But what do you do besides suck and fuck?" Blair spoke in a taunting voice. 

I silently died laughing at these comebacks Blair were firing back. Jayla looked droved but at a  loss of words at the same time. Jayla  scoffed at Blair, "At least I can get nigga I want, you would be lucky to get the nigga on crack down the street."

Blair chuckled slightly, "I'm glad you accepted that you're a hoe. But the thing is, I don't want or need a nigga. All I'm focused on is keeping this body luscious and getting this money. I might want a man but I definitely don't need one." Blair then got back on her phone, "Anyways to answer your question, I can talk to Damon if I want to. My question for you is why are you so concerned about what we're doing? It's really none of your business and I hate nosey bitches."

Jayla scoffed, "Like I said, we're getting back together, so-"

"So what? You're not together now and probably never will be again. So mind your damn business." Blair snapped, cutting Jayla off in the middle of her sentence. I shook my head at Jayla. I'm definitely not getting back with her. Ever. "Ignorant ass." She muttered.

Obviously, Jayla didn't like that at all, she pointed her finger in Blair's face. "Cut me off again and see what the fuck is going to happen." Her head was bobbing as she spoke.

"Ooh, I'm trembling in fear," Blair looked up at her with a glare, "Now get your nasty ass finger out of my face. There's no telling where it's been."

In an instance, Jayla started to swing her hand at Blair's face but due to reflex, Blair caught it. "I think the fuck not," Blair darted her eyes at Jayla before leaning in, speaking in a low yet threatening voice. "You know, I should beat your ass but I actually have goals in life and don't want to go to prison. So I suggest you turn around and act like the good slut you are or the next time you try to lay a hand on me, I will be laying a hand on your casket before they put you in your grave. Got that sweety?"

Jayla's face winced in pain as Blair gripped her arm before she finally nodded.

"Good girl, now turn around in your seat and shut up." Blair let go her arm with a fake smile on her face, "Have a nice day, God bless." Jayla then turned around and went back on her laptop.

When it was all was over, Blair looked dead at my face. "Why you even dated this hoe again?"