“I flipped through it. Why?”
“You’re not in dress code.”
“What am I missing?”
“Your hair.”
“What about my hair?”
“It’s a violation of the school grooming code.”
“How so?”
Mr. Green is starting to look nervous. He didn’t expect me to question his accusation.
“My hair is well-kept and styled in box braids. Please show me where in the student handbook this style is listed as a violation.”
The school bell rings, indicating the start of first period.
“Well, let’s not worry about that. Off to first period, I don’t want you to be late to your first class.”
This day can’t get any worse.
Cocoa looked so fuckable in her school uniform. I’ve been thinking about her body ever since Saturday. I’ll break her spirit, it’s inevitable. It’s what I do. I want to hurt her so fucking bad with my hands and my dick, the things I want to do to her are sick because I’m fucking sick. Another person would’ve run home to mommy in tears by now.
Just then, Cocoa walks through the door, she’s late for class. I watch her from the back-corner desk that I claimed when I entered the classroom.
“You better have a good reason for being late to my class,” says Mr. Barnes.
“I do, the Headmaster wanted to speak with me for a few minutes.”
“The only seat left in the back is by Maverick,” Mr. Barnes says, pointing in my direction.
When Cocoa’s eyes connect to mine, her face registers shock for a split-second, before anger overtakes her features. She frantically looks around, hoping to find another free seat. There are two seats to every long rectangular table.
“Take your seat, class has started already.”
She reluctantly walks to the back of the classroom to take the vacant seat next to me.
“You’re having the worst first day ever, aren’t you?” I whisper to her as she takes the window seat.
“Fuck off.”
“You must feel fortunate to have the opportunity to be educated with your betters.”
“Kiss my ass, bastard.”
I run my fingers up Cocoa’s thigh. She immediately grabs my wrist to stop my progress and attempts to push my hand away. I dig my nails into her thigh.
“Ouch, you’re hurting me. Move your hand.”
“Do you have something you would like to share with the class, Cocoa?”
I release her thigh.
“No, Mr. Barnes.”
“Good. Okay, class. The person sitting at the table with you will be your partner for a physics project due October twenty-first. What you and your partner choose as the subject is completely at your discretion. This project will be thirty-percent of your final grade.
