Mindy POV
JAN 2012
"Ugh girl. Let me call u back. Lemme see what this boy want" I say rolling my eyes.
"Ight call me later Min" Keisha says before handing up.
Von was a guy in my senior class that bitches I couldn't stop slobbing over.
I can't lie, he's cute asf but his lifestyle? I can't deal with a guy like him.
"Hello?" I say in annoyance.
"Girl take that fucking base out yo tone when u talking to me. Wyd Lil folks?" He asked.
Same thing I do every winter break, be a bad bitch.
"Nun . Look Von, if you need help with the hw; u gotta ask Kiesha. I um- I ain't do it" I lied.
Obviously , I did but I just didn't wanna help him.
The best of the best girls have been hurt by this man & I'll be damned if I let him hurt me.
He smacks his lips.
"Mindy come on ma. I don't even ask you for shit for real in school expect a pencil. We gone on break & u get to acting funny & shit. I see how you be looking at me in Gym ma" he said which catches me off guard.
I'm Mindy Harris. Student President, Cheerleading Captain , Foot Locker Assistant Manager and not to mention, the daughter of Meghan & Thomas Harris.
Which made me popular since I entered high school.
People say I'm a stuck up snob who's not gonna be shit in the next 10 years but we shall see.
Alongside with me is my bestie Keisha.
She's a bit of a trouble maker but she's also popular, the co captain of cheer and the best co worker I ever had.
She's got me out of sticky situations and that's why she's forever my bitch.
Now when it comes to this thing with Dayvon & I , I just can't um.
How do I say it?
Deal with a 'hood' nigga.
He was definitely smart as hell & could be the biggest baseball star from our city.
But that's the thing. I like the guys who are smart but not hood.
Anyway, I end up feeling bad so I let Von know I'll help him with the work.
I send him my address and he gets here on time.
He enters my big house which leaves him in shock.
"Damn ma. Why tf you go to High School with the hood mfs if you live over here & living like this?" He asks.
"Baby that was the only school my parents felt like I could be 'normal' at. I've been in private school since Kindergarten. So soon as I graduated 8th grade, my mom said I had to go to school there" I say frowning.
I had so many opportunities at many other schools but whatever mama say ig.
Before we began studying, I notice Dayvon was acting strange.
"U okay? U want anything to drink?" I ask getting up.
"Nah ma. I'm straight" he says before I go to the kitchen pulling out two water bottles.
