Schuey walked down the hallway, stopping when he heard a a girl talking shit about him

Shola: “Why are you hanging out with him? He’s a weirdo.”

He stopped, pausing a for second before turning around, yanking her bag off of her shoulder. It dropped to the floor, the contents spilling out. Schuey smirked, running to pick up a notebook, jumping up onto the bench, holding it out of reach. He started reading it out loud to the school.

Schuey: “His hands around my neck- ohh my god it’s written p*rn!”

Dean: “Schuey stop being stupid”

Portia stayed quiet, while others called him stupid