#westsidehigh

A gem in the heart of Newark. One of the most futuristic school experiences happened when stepped into future shop portal. Love to youth dem! 

          Robyn Fenty entered her new school, “West-Side High.” This school is known for sluts, gossips and douchebags. Robyn walked around, confused as hell. “This school is a fucking maze…” She thought. Any more time spent walking around and she’ll be late for her first class. She was already threatened on the way to school by her father. “One wrong move and I’m officially taking you out of school. Remember what happened the other time?” Robyn shivered at the memory. All she did was curse out her teachers. How does that get you expelled?! Now she’s stuck at this hellhole.

-Robyn-

I opened my locker, late as fuck. The smell of spoiled milk poured out of it as I stepped back in disgust. “Nice…” I closed my locker and walked to my 1st period class, Math. “Hey, hey, hey!” A piece of paper was thrown in front of my face. “What the fuck?” I looked up and saw the teacher, Mr. Fields. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” I covered my mouth. I wanted a good first impression and it was just ruined.

“Yeah, alright. Your name is Robyn, correct?” He looked up from his paper, eyeing me. He looked stern, but he might be a chill teacher.

I nodded, embarrassed. The entire class was staring at me. I didn’t want to be noticed by anyone yet, but here we are. Mr. Fields pointed to an empty seat that was in the middle of a group of kids. “C’mon there’s a million empty seats and you have to assign me to that one? Can I just sit by myself in a corner or something?”

Mr. Fields grabbed my bag and threw it in the chair. “Listen, sit down and start to take notes this isn’t a game!” He raised his voice and started to pace around. The class started to snicker and talk. He banged on the desk, silencing the room.

“I swear there’s something wrong with him…” Someone whispered next to me. I turned at the voice. He nodded at me. “Sup. I’m Chris.” I rolled my eyes and took out my notebook. I only came here to learn, not to socialize. Socializing is what got me into petty drama at the other school.

-Chris-

I looked over at Karrueche, smiling. She looked back at me and yawned. Her hair was messy and she had bags under her eyes. I don’t blame her. We fucked for about 3 hours last night. I crumbled a piece of paper and threw it at her. “Wake up, sleepyhead.” Karrueche glared at me, “Fuck off, Chris.” “Aright babe, I’ll leave you alone” I laughed and looked back at Nicki. “I’m fucking bored.” She looked up from her phone and went back to ignoring me. Drake was busy talking to Mel, and Tyga and August were nowhere to be found, probably skipping again.

I jumped at the sound of Mr. Fields banging on the desk. He needs to chill the fuck out. “I swear there’s something wrong with him…” I whispered, shaking my head. No need to make him yell again. He started pacing around the room and I caught the new girl staring at me. “Sup. I’m Chris.” I grinned at her. She can be the cure for my boredom! She rolled her eyes at me.

“Hey, new girl.” I poked her arm with my pencil. She can be a new addition to our gang or something. She was ignoring me. I poked her again, “Yo.” She turned around sharply. “Nigga, what?!” Mr. Fields started yelling about how that language is inappropriate and shit. “Fields, chill out!” I said. He looked like he was about to cry. The class started to laugh and point at him. I kinda felt bad.

“Anyways, what’s your name?” I gave her my signature grin, hoping for an answer. “It’s Robyn.” She mumbled.

“Isn’t that a boys’ name?” I asked. She gave me a cold look. “Chill, I’m just kidding…it’s a nice name though…” Robyn turned away and started writing again. “I don’t know if we have the same classes later but you wanna chill sometime this week?”