speak directly into his ear.
“You must not know who I am, mothafucka. I’m David, and if you try me again I will slit ya fuckin’ throat!”
David threw his head back down, causing it to make a sickening thud, before he walked away. The crowd cleared a path for him to go through and he heard a lot of cheers.
“Damn! That boy just beat the shit out of Big Larry and his crew!”
“Mmm, that’s just embarrassin’!”
“They dead?”
Before any teacher could show their face David hurried up so that he could exit the building and go home. What David had failed to mention to the boys was the reason he was a new kid. David had a thing for getting kicked out of school for fighting. People often picked on him until he was forced to lay hands on them. At his last school he beat a boy so bad he would be deaf in his left ear for life. This time, though, David hoped that nobody would run their mouths simply because he didn’t want to put his mother through that again. The high school he was at was the last one in their city that would accept him, so if he got kicked out then they would have been forced to move. He knew his mother didn’t have the money to do that so he was trying to be on his best behavior. Honestly, he hadn’t done half of what he wanted to do to Big Larry, but he was sure the message he sent was loud and clear: don’t mess with the new kid.
On his way down the stairs a book fell out of his book bag but he had no idea.
“Hey!”
He heard a voice behind him but still he did not stop to turn around and see who it was.
“Hey! Stop. You dropped this!”
Hearing that he had dropped something, he turned around and was surprised to see a pretty, brown-skinned girl wearing a white blouse and tan slacks. Her hair was pulled up in a neat ponytail and the braces on her teeth gleamed in the sun. She held the textbook out in his direction and he walked back toward the stairs to retrieve it from her.
“You definitely don’t want to lose that. You won’t be able to graduate if you do.”
“Really?” David asked, placing it back into his bag, this time making sure it was zipped up all the way. “That’s stupid.”
“They spend good money on those books.” She shrugged. “They want their shit back.”
Not expecting a girl like her to use such foul language, the fact that she cursed caught David completely off guard. She saw his surprise and started to laugh.
“What? Girls can’t curse now? We can’t give you men everything!”
It was David’s turn to laugh; however, he did so sheepishly. “My bad, I ain’t mean to look so shocked. You just too pretty to have to use words like that.”
The girl smiled at him, pleased at his compliment. “Oh, so you can fight and you’re smooth with the ladies. I see. You must have the whole package.”
Suddenly David was embarrassed. He didn’t want a girl like her seeing him behave so savagely. Most times people saw that they just boxed him in and deemed themselves right for stereotyping him. Just a typical black hoodlum.
“So you saw that, huh?” David looked down at his black Nike sneakers, avoiding her eyes.
“Yes,” she said, and put her hand under his chin so that she could lift his head back up. “It’s about time somebody gave those assholes a taste of their own medicine! I don’t see them messin’ with nobody for a while! You just saved a lot of people today, and you don’t even know it.”
“Just your typical Robin Hood from the hood, huh?” He grinned at her. “I’m David. What’s your name?”
“Angela Smalls,” she responded, and put her hand out. Awkwardly he shook it and once again the two burst into a laugh.
“You look like you live on the other side of town. Let me walk you to the bus stop.” He nodded his head down the stairs and toward the bus stop not too far.
Suddenly, any sign of the laughter once sprawled there was removed from Angela’s face. “Why do you assume I live in the other part of
“You must not know who I am, mothafucka. I’m David, and if you try me again I will slit ya fuckin’ throat!”
David threw his head back down, causing it to make a sickening thud, before he walked away. The crowd cleared a path for him to go through and he heard a lot of cheers.
“Damn! That boy just beat the shit out of Big Larry and his crew!”
“Mmm, that’s just embarrassin’!”
“They dead?”
Before any teacher could show their face David hurried up so that he could exit the building and go home. What David had failed to mention to the boys was the reason he was a new kid. David had a thing for getting kicked out of school for fighting. People often picked on him until he was forced to lay hands on them. At his last school he beat a boy so bad he would be deaf in his left ear for life. This time, though, David hoped that nobody would run their mouths simply because he didn’t want to put his mother through that again. The high school he was at was the last one in their city that would accept him, so if he got kicked out then they would have been forced to move. He knew his mother didn’t have the money to do that so he was trying to be on his best behavior. Honestly, he hadn’t done half of what he wanted to do to Big Larry, but he was sure the message he sent was loud and clear: don’t mess with the new kid.
On his way down the stairs a book fell out of his book bag but he had no idea.
“Hey!”
He heard a voice behind him but still he did not stop to turn around and see who it was.
“Hey! Stop. You dropped this!”
Hearing that he had dropped something, he turned around and was surprised to see a pretty, brown-skinned girl wearing a white blouse and tan slacks. Her hair was pulled up in a neat ponytail and the braces on her teeth gleamed in the sun. She held the textbook out in his direction and he walked back toward the stairs to retrieve it from her.
“You definitely don’t want to lose that. You won’t be able to graduate if you do.”
“Really?” David asked, placing it back into his bag, this time making sure it was zipped up all the way. “That’s stupid.”
“They spend good money on those books.” She shrugged. “They want their shit back.”
Not expecting a girl like her to use such foul language, the fact that she cursed caught David completely off guard. She saw his surprise and started to laugh.
“What? Girls can’t curse now? We can’t give you men everything!”
It was David’s turn to laugh; however, he did so sheepishly. “My bad, I ain’t mean to look so shocked. You just too pretty to have to use words like that.”
The girl smiled at him, pleased at his compliment. “Oh, so you can fight and you’re smooth with the ladies. I see. You must have the whole package.”
Suddenly David was embarrassed. He didn’t want a girl like her seeing him behave so savagely. Most times people saw that they just boxed him in and deemed themselves right for stereotyping him. Just a typical black hoodlum.
“So you saw that, huh?” David looked down at his black Nike sneakers, avoiding her eyes.
“Yes,” she said, and put her hand under his chin so that she could lift his head back up. “It’s about time somebody gave those assholes a taste of their own medicine! I don’t see them messin’ with nobody for a while! You just saved a lot of people today, and you don’t even know it.”
“Just your typical Robin Hood from the hood, huh?” He grinned at her. “I’m David. What’s your name?”
“Angela Smalls,” she responded, and put her hand out. Awkwardly he shook it and once again the two burst into a laugh.
“You look like you live on the other side of town. Let me walk you to the bus stop.” He nodded his head down the stairs and toward the bus stop not too far.
Suddenly, any sign of the laughter once sprawled there was removed from Angela’s face. “Why do you assume I live in the other part of
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