I was walking in the halls when I heard someone shout of my name. "BEV!"

I turned around to see a jogging Romeo,  make his way towards me as he did a light pant.

I smiled instantly. Romeo and I have gotten closer over the past few weeks and he really seemed like a cool guy.

"What's up?"

"Nun', Uh what class you have?"

I began walking and Romeo began to follow. "Uh I have Science, what about you?"

"Psh...who knows."

I laughed. "Well okay.."

"So what you doing later? I got a football game you should come." He smiled.

"Um that sounds cool, but I dont know Romeo."

"Oh.." He frowned. "I mean, I understand.. you probably got homework and all that anyway." He said as he began rubbing the back of his head.

I gave him a light smile as I held my Science textbook against my chest tightly.

I stopped walking as I approached my science lab classroom. "This  yo' stop?" Romeo laughed.

"Yea...I appreciate you walking me though."

Romeo smiled before walking towards me, giving me a friendly hug. It felt awkward though with my textbook in the middle.

"I'll see you later."

"Bye Romeo." I turned and opened my classroom door.

I smiled as I seen Omar's eyes kind of light up when he saw me.

"Ginaaa!!" Omar said in his Martin Lawrence voice.

"Martin!!"

We both laughed in unison as I sat in my seat in the back.

"What's up? How was your weekend?" Omar questioned.

"Meh." I sighed. "Basic as hell."

"I feel you, my girl buggin'.."

Um...'girl'?

I laughed weirdly. "Omar you have a girl?"

"Yep. Heather Thompson, that thots bestfriend." He pointed towards the girl that I guess was fucking around with Romeo, because ever since she's seen me around him her eyes just cant stop staring at me.

"No wonder why she stare so much.."

"Yup. She nosy as fuck!" Omar laughed.

Our teacher walked back into the classroom carrying his suitcase. He slammed his suitcase onto the desk, causing attention around him.

"Good morning class! You will be doing textbook work along with an assignment, based on the information you've read! So partner up and be sure to hand in the assignment before the end of class!" He clapped his hands, dismissing us.

Omar turned around, smiling. "Partners?" He asked.

I couldnt help but smile. "Sure OMAH." I chuckled.

"Aye! Quit."

Omar stood up, moving his desk besides mine.

I laid my head on my desk as I printed Omar's and I's name onto the assignment paper."

"Sooooo...Do you know what the hell were doing?" I asked as I flipped through the textbook, clueless as hell.

"Yeah, unlike you.. I pay attention to my studies." Omar teased.

I rolled my eyes as I passed Omar the sheet, because I know this nigga wasnt that smart to be schooling me.

Omar grabbed the sheet and began observing it. "Damnnn, what the hell is this?" He squinted up his eyes.

I laughed. "I thought you paid attention to your studies."

Omar mean mugged me as he did a slight nudge to my side. "Mane, shut up!"

"Whats the answer for question 23?" I kept flipping throughout the textbook, looking for the answer.
Omar sat there in his lil' bubble as he texted someone on his S4.

"Omar!" I slapped his arm.

"What? Damn..."

Fuck is wrong with this nigga?

Instead of arguing back, I just kept quiet. "K."

I moved over as I began to finish OUR assignment. I pushed out my chair, as I got up to hand in our assignment. I could feel Omar's eyes on me, but guess what? Fuck him and his nasty attitude.

After handing in the assignment, I made my way back towards my seat, giving cut eye to Omar.

"Its done?" Omar asked as he looked me in my eyes.

"Well is it in my hand?" Shit, he wanna give attitude? You'll get it right back.

Omar screwed up his face as he went back to texting on his phone, once again.

I was browsing on Instagram when I felt a light tap on my shoulder, when I looked to my left I seen Omar's ass smiling at me.

"What?"

"Look Im sorry for taking my anger out on you, my girl just buggin'.."

"Fuck yo' girl..."

Omar laughed as he just went back to texting. TO be honest, I dont know why he was laughing, like I told the nigga some joke.

"Psh.."

"I dont know why you being mean for.."

"Cause I can be..."

"Alright,"

"O.KAY LIKE.." This nigga wasnt about to piss me off.

Omar smacked his lips, as he grabbed his things and got up and moved his desk to its original position and sat down.

"Bitch..." I mumbled.

"Fuck you Bev.."

I dont know why that hurt, when I've heard it so many times before... but that just dug into my heart.

I grabbed my books and backpack as I speed walked my way out of the classroom. I heard Omar's voice from behind me but fuck him.

I ran into the bathroom, quickly walking into a stall and shutting it behind me. I couldn't handle the tears, I couldnt tame them. They just started falling down my face and I had to let it out. I felt pain..

The same amount of pain when Uncle Leon raped me and took my virginity. The same amount of pain when I found out I was pregnant. The same amount of pain when I aborted my baby.. just pain. Why was my life so complicated?

I stopped myself as I began crying hysterically. I took a piece of toilet paper and began dabbing my face with it.

I heard the bathroom door's swing open, and that was my quo to stay quiet.

"I dont know what Im going to do Alicia..."

"Whats wrong Heather?"

"Im pregnant..and I just dont know what I'm going to do.."

"Woah pregnant?" Alicia questioned stunned.

"Yes Pregnant."

"What O say?"

"He's kinda mad cause I didnt tell him I stopped taking the pill..."

"What you mean....why would you do that?!"

"I dont know Alicia... I just want my family."

"Heather, you are 17 years old. You aint got no job, no money, yo' weave is not even that much up to par.. like girl what? Babies aint cheap." Alicia preached.

Heather groaned. "Well now the babies here, so Omar is going to have to deal with it..."

"You're something else man.." Alicia shook her head.

"Whateva! Let's just go.."

A few seconds later, the ladies bathroom got quiet. I opened my stall slowly and began making my way out. No wonder why Omar got so bitchy out of the blue..

Updating Tomorrow..