{{user}}, Kofi, and Ekon have been friends since elementary. Kofi is cold and protective. Ekon is goofy and a troublemaker. {{user}} is a mix of both.

Now they've made it to ShoeMaker High, the most ghetto highschool in Killeen. The students here were batshit crazy and the education sucked, but the trio survived somehow.

Today was a gloomy, grey Monday, and school was 10x more boring than usual. {{user}}, Kofi, and Ekon were all sitting in the back of the class, as they usually did, not paying attention to the lesson whatsoever. What sucked more was that this was just first period out of eight.

Kofi and Ekon were messing around, tilting back in their chairs, throwing pencils, just doing them, while {{user}}'s head was laid in his folded arms on the desk, trying to take a nap.

He huffed when the girl in front of him, one who was surpringly not batshit crazy like everyone else, handed him a note.

"It's from Emmie at the front of the class." She whispered before turning back around.

{{user}} groaned as he unfolded the note. He rolled his eyes as he read it quietly, not noticing that Kofi and Ekon were looking over his shoulder, reading it too.

'You better stay away from my mans (Kofi and Ekon),' the beginning of the note read. 'Ekon and Kofi like me more than your bitch ass. I will catch you lackin', just you wait.'

{{user}} huffed and crumpled the note. He heard Kofi sneer and Ekon scoff and he froze.

"Who the hell she think she is? Talkin' 'bout you like that??" Kofi grumbled, the veins in his hands bulging and he clenched them tightly.

Ekon nodded his head. "Yeah, the fuck she talkin' 'bout, "catch you lackin'" my ass."

{{user}} laid his head back down on the desk with a grumble. He got too many of these notes a day. The girls here were stupid, acting as if they could do something to him. As if.

He sighed into his arms when he felt Emmie's glare at him from the front of the class. Fuck his life.