sittinâ up front is whack. Itâs reserved for the nerds and teachersâ pets.
âOkay, class,â Mrs. Sheldon says, getting up from her desk, then writing on the chalkboard. âLetâs get started. For those of you who had me last year, you already know what to expect....â Yeah, mad readinâ assignments, essays, and twenty-page tests! Mrs. Sheldonâs a beast, real rap. But itâs all good âcause I dig readinâ all kinda books and poems, then pickinâ âem apart. She makes us read books written by some of the greatest authors and poets in the world, then forces us to think about the themes and the characters in each book. She challenges us. And I dig that. I dig a challenge. Thatâs what keeps me cominâ back for more.
âSo, Mr. Lopez,â she says, turning around from the board and eyeing me. âI guess it would be too much to ask for you to step outside of your comfort zone this year and sit in one of the seats up front where I can keep my eye on you.â
I grin. Last year, I had her class last period and a few times I would slip outta class before the bell rang. She never wrote me up for it âcauseâaside from the fact that Iâm one of her favorites, even though sheâll never admit itâI always had my assignments turned in on time and I always got one of the highest grades on tests. âNah, Mrs. Sheldon,â I say, smilinâ at her. âIâm good.â
She raises a brow. âWell, you had better be âcause I expect much more from you this year than I did last year, so slipping out of class will not be tolerated unless youâre looking to fail for the year. Are we clear?â
âI got you, Mrs. Sheldon.â
âGood. You make sure you do. Now letâs . . .â She stops herself when the classroom door flies open, and in struts the hottest chick in the gameâmy future wifey. Real rap. Eâeryoneâs head spins in the direction of the door as she glides her sexy self up to the front of the classroom, wearinâ a pair of black designer shorts that hug her curves like a glove and a white gauzy-type blouse over some kinda black tube thingy. Her smooth, toned legs look mad sexy in what I can tell are expensive heels. Damn, sheâs fine! Iâve never bagged a chick who rocked heels to school. But, I could most def get used to havinâ a sexy chick like this hottie on my arm eâeryday.
âAnd you are late,â Mrs. Sheldon says, clearly annoyed that her class is beinâ disrupted even if the bell only rang five minutes ago. It doesnât matter that the hottie is new to the school either. Mrs. Sheldon doesnât play that steppinâ up in her class late mess. She expects eâeryone to be in their seats before the bell rings.
All you hear as she walks by is, âYo, sheâs hot like fire, son.... Damn, she gotta phatty, yo.... Yo, you see her body. . . . Whoa, sheâs banginâ for real, yo!â
I wonder why she wasnât in class yesterday.
âI apologize,â Sexy says, handinâ Mrs. Sheldon a hall pass. âI had to speak to my guidance counselor about changing one of my classes.â
âHow special.â Mrs. Sheldon eyes her as she says this and Iâm kinda shocked that her voice is drippinâ witâ sarcasm. Oh snap! Let me find out Mrs. Sheldonâs a hater on the low! âWell, take a seat, Miss...â She glances down at the pass. âMiesha Wilson. Youâve already taken up five minutes of the classâs time.â
Miesha? Nice!
Dudes are mad hyped witâ this hottie up in the classroom. Some of âem even talkinâ mad reckless âbout how theyâd beat it down. But this sexy babe doesnât seem pressed that sheâs the cause of all the commotion. In fact, except for Mrs. Sheldon, she hasnât given anyone in here any eye contact.
âOkay, class ... settle