I slam into a hard chest and fall to the ground hard.
This seems familiar.
I look up to see Maverick, black hair, and red hair standing over me.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” says black hair.
I stand to my feet. “Fuck you, asshole,” I say even though, technically, it is my fault I ran into him again.
“Listen mutt, you’re at the bottom of the food chain here. Stay in your place. Only speak when permission is granted,” says Maverick.
Why is Maverick’s country accent more pronounced and sexier?
“I don’t know what type of people you’re used to dealing with, but it obviously isn’t someone like me. I will never bend to your will,” I say, walking off.
I enter the building, it’s immaculate, with gleaming floors, wide hallways, and clear cases hang on the walls with trophies inside, as well as pictures of alumni. When I locate my locker, I see the word “nigger” written on it with red lipstick. I scowl as I grab tissues from my purse to remove the derogatory word from my locker. I hear laughter to my right, so I turn in that direction. The bitch from the pool party is standing with two bimbos laughing. No doubt the bitch did this. She’s pretty with her long blonde curly hair and green eyes, but I bet she’s as ugly as a rotting corpse inside. Bimbo One has black hair and dark eyes, while Bimbo Two has dark blonde hair with hazel eyes.
I walk over, stopping directly in front of her.
“Listen, bitch, I will fuck you up,” I tell her. “I’m not scared of you or your two bimbos. Keep doing shit behind my back, because the moment you do it in my face, yourfacewill be black and blue.”
I bump her as I walk past. It’s clear that they’re not used to their victims fighting back. I stop in my tracks when I see Maverick, black and red hair guys standing there. They witnessed the entire exchange. They probably put the bitch up to it. They probably thought that I would go running to a school official in tears. Cocoa Matthews is made of tougher stuff.
“Your senior year is about to be a living hell,” says Victoria.
“Bring it on, bitch,” I say, looking at Victoria over my shoulder.
I stop in front of Maverick and cross my arms.
“Did you put her up to that?” I ask.
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“I’m not scared of you either motherfucker or your two bitch boys. Don’t let my size fool you, big surprises come in small packages.”
“Look,house nigger, I’ll have you on your knees begging for mercy then I’ll throw you away like the trash you are.”
Students are standing around, observing the exchange.
“You hillbilly red neck son of a…”
“Hello, you must be Ms. Cocoa Matthews. How are you? I’m Mr. Green, the Headmaster here at Montgomery Academy. Michael has told me so much about you. Please step into my office. I would like to have a quick conversation with you prior to class starting.”
I look just past the three assholes to see a short, portly, balding gray-haired man wearing glasses.
“I am,” I reply. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Green.”
“I see you’re making friends already. Fantastic!” Mr. Green smiles at us then turns on his heel to walk in the direction of his office.
As I follow Mr. Green to his office, I give the motherfuckers behind me the finger over my head.
Mr. Green holds the door for me to walk in first, and then closes the door after he enters. He walks around a big oak-wood desk and takes a seat in a large, comfortable brown leather chair. He motions for me to sit in the chair across from him.
“How’s your morning going so far?”
“Fantastic.”
“Have you read the student handbook?”
