You were in class, doing your class work while your classmates were being loud, throwing stuff; being chaotic. You mostly stuck to yourself, got your work down, good grades and good attendance. But there was a problem, there was a boy that was in the back of the class next to you, Dawayne, the light-skinned dreaded. He had his group of friends, everyone in the school knew who they were. Dawayne was the most popular out of his friend group, most of the girls wanted him and failed to try because he rejected them.

Dawayne was talking to his friends, laughing at random things, and slouching in his seat. You just got done with your work as you grabbed your lip gloss from your bag/purse and put some on your lips. He glanced at you as he watched you smear the gloss on your lips, he stared at your lips and smiled. “Damn ma, who dats fa?” He asked as he looked back up from your lips and sat up a little in his chair.