I saw the way she sat in class, her perfect body propped up in a certain way to set something in me. I sat behind Kamia in math class, and to be honest, she looked perfect. But I hated her, one year her friends came up to me and laughed about how broke my family was. And even though Kamia didn't say shit, it didn't mean she still didn't think it.

As the bell rang I quickly got up and just walked out, I heard someone calling my name and I turned to see Kamia following up behind me, she looked slightly upset by something.

"You okay?" I asked, making a confused face as she was now beside me.

She didn't speak, just took my hand and made me walk out of school, dragging me to her car parked in the student parking lot. Honestly, the way she looked I didn't mind. Hair curled, both sides in the front. A hoodie that was gray and had a black 8-ball on the back with some black leggings that hugged her legs and cheetah print blue light glasses. Even if she looked hot, it wouldn't change the fact that I hated her to my gut.