Mostly Loathing You

CHAPTER FOUR

CLAMOUR MUSIC CLASS

Hours Later

Lunch break:

Trubel walked out of the class with a satisfactory smile on her face. Music was the only thing that gives her joy and also one of the reasons her dad hates her. She plans to be a rapper.

Trubel hurried to the main school building heading towards Dylan's class cause she rarely attends class.

Claymore high school has a music class which was just as large as the main building. Being a no uniform school, the school looks more like a fashion show with different crazy dressings.

" Hey. " Someone tapped her and she turned to face Dylan.

" Did I just walked past you." Trubel grinned and stuck both hands in her jean pockets. Dylan rolled his eyes. He was one hell of a cute boy though but can't be compared to Angelo.

" How was your class? " He asked and she smiled more as they walked towards the canteen.

" Hey it's trouble

Killing everything on a daily

That's how my momma raised me

So quick with the lips

Chop and rip apart quick

Blame me for putting to rest

I erased the competition " Trubel rapped on with Dylan staring intently as she rapped. She could rap all day without a break.

PRIVATE LOUNGE

" You couldn't do a thing when she Punched you. " Yna said as she paced around nakedly. They just finished numerous rounds of s*x.

" You should worry about yourself. " Angelo said as he put on his clothes

" What the hell did you do to her? You know how psychotic that b***h is." Yna said and Angelo scoffed.

" More reasons why you should stay away from her and,..... You should really stop walking around naked. I might just decide to go for another round." Angelo said and yna smiled and walked closer to him pushing Jim back on the bed.

" Let's do that then. "

Their lips connected hungrily as she undressed him and soon, moan filled the room.

WILLIAMS HOME

" yo momma what'sup. " Trubel said as she entered the house flinging her bag on a couch.

" What happened to your wrist? " Mrs Williams asked worriedly when she saw the cut with dried blood on it. Her parents doesn't know about her maniac.

" Nothing serious. Where's the old man? " Trubel asked removing her cap revealing her short blonde hair.

" He's not home and you should really get along with your dad. He's your father Gisell...I mean trubel." Mrs Williams said and Trubel just walked upstairs.

" Suite your self mom. "

Trubel got to her room and took off her shirt. Staring at the tattoo on her shoulder.The ink forming a name on her shoulder.

GISELLE....