Rinse

Chapter 6

The first day of school could either be your worst or your best day yet. My days are never on the spectrum. It was around 11 and I was in my 4th period class, it was hot Cheeto girls, musty stank boys, and a teacher who is just here just to get paid. I f*****g hate science class, it’s so overrated to me. Luckily, we weren’t even doing work, the teacher just told us to sit and chill. That’s what we’re doing for the first week of school. But I can’t help but wonder what took Jasmine so long to come back, I know I want her to fight her own battle but like damn, what was that conversation about and why was it so long. Then it hit me. They was fuckin’... behind the damn school. They did this all-last year when we were in 8th grade... and he was a junior. Lowkey, a pedophile. I’m so tired of Jasmine giving into her temptations, especially with Raheem. Is he that good like girl?! She slept with Corey, she’s sleeping with Raheem, and when she’s done with him, who’s next? The only person she better not lay her hands on is Tareq. She lowkey steals every boy I’m either friends with or like or dated. Corey was my first real boyfriend and now I wish Tareq was. I should’ve waited, I could’ve waited but I didn’t, and I hate that now. I hate how impatient I was. Luckily, I didn’t give up my body to Corey, I’m still a virgin. I’m saving myself till I find my partner, and that is possibly Tareq. The only reason I say possibly because he is that type of boy girls swoon over, but I’m not sharing. But Tareq didn’t wait either and that’s because of me. He dated some girl named Blakley. She was beautiful and I became insecure because of her. Of course I was with Corey at the time, but her beauty was top tier and thought no one could ever love my looks and they would always love my personality. I’ve always wanted to be the girl that boys say, “Damn bro, she look good.” Instead of “As long as your happy.” Corey’s friends were the second one that summer so I focused on my looks more instead of my smarts. I still need to look good with someone. I know I do, right? No. I can’t question myself. I know I do.