Harlem POV:
The car ride was silence as Jessika and I sit in the back seat, while our parents are in the front. There nothing to be said about our situation my mom, Jessika and I are unhappy about how things turn out. My father on the other hand feel that this is the best decision that ever happen to him. I already know why he feels that way because of the affairs he had with women. My mother knows nothing about it, I want to tell her so bad I knew what it will do to her and I did not have the heart to tell her back then.
But now I’m trying to find a way to tell her, either way it goes, it going to hurt her in the long run. I don’t want to be a bad son that kept secrets from my mother. Even though I feel that I’m protecting her, but in reality, I’m hurting her more, and that not fair for her to believe that her marriage is sacred. My father has a lot of nerve to do this to her, he knows that I know about the multiple women that he is messing around with because I caught him coming out of a hotel one day. The only reason I was there because Jason and I took two girls there to have sex with them.
That was the day that my hate had built up for him, I was going to tell my mother, but the bastard begs me not too. He said that he promises to not to do it again I believe him. It turns out that it was a lie because after I busted him a week later, I saw him in a car kissing another woman. That grew my hate for him even more.
“We are here Harlem” I was snap out of my thoughts from my mother voice. I turn to look to see we are in front of a school.
“ I guess its my cue to leave” I said getting out of the car.
“ Try to have a good day at school”
“ I will mom, don’t worry see you later Jessika”
“ Later bro” I turn walking away from the car and enter the building.
I was sitting in the office waiting on the secretary to give me my schedule, while there I could not help to notice some girls who came in the office, the looks they were giving me was nothing but pure lust. Everywhere I go, I always attract girls in some kind of way. “Here you go Mr. Cartwright” I came out of my thoughts, hearing the secretary calling me. I got up from my seat and approach her, immediately she handed me my schedule and gave me directions to where to find my locker.
I nodded and walked out of the office heading to the direction where she told me. When I got to my locker, I use the combination and it open right away, and saw I have all my books in there I looked at my schedule and saw I have English first hour. I grab my book and close the locker; I walk down the hallway. After a few turns I finally found the class, I about to go it when I heard a noise, I turn to see there was books and papers on the ground. A lady was retrieving them, I walked over and help her. After we pick up everything, she looked at me and smile.
“ Thank you so much young man, you don’t know how much this mean to me that someone like you help an old lady” She said chuckling.
“ It’s no problem Miss it’s what I do”
“ Please call Ms. Green”
“ Ok Ms. Green, I believe I’m in your class”
“ You are new here?”
“Yes ma’am me and my family just move here a few days ago”
“ Ok let’s head on in so we want waste any more time”
I nodded, and we went into the classroom, all the conversation stops when we both enter. Ms. Green told the class to settle down, that when she informs them about me, and then she asks me to introduce myself. I told them my name, and where I was from and that was all. That when Ms. Green directed me to go seat at a chair in the back close to a girl with long black hair. I comply and went to go sit down, Ms. Green begin her lesson.
It was the end of the day, I was in a shitty mood, a few teachers bore that I wanted to throw things. The others like Ms. Green was cool, I was at my locker placing books in my bag, when I feel a light hand tap my shoulder I turn around and saw that it was a girl. She was one of the ones that I saw earlier in the office, from what I can see she stood about 5’5 Auburn hair, tan skin, and hazel eyes. She was not bad looking, I know what her attention are. But I played it out.
“Hello can I help you?”
“Hi my name is Charmaine.”
“I’m Harlem, nice to meet you”
“ I would like to get to know you, if you let me”
“How will that work?”
“ Give me your number, and I will give you mine”
“ I don’t like to give out my number, so just give me yours I see what I can do”
“Ok” she said pulling out piece of paper from her bag. In a few minutes I got Charmaine number. She said a few more words, and she left, once she was out of sight I shook my head walking off. Charmaine is a desperate girl; I could tell by the way she carry herself. Back at home I saw many girls like Charmaine who will throw themselves at boys, they will do anything just to feel love. I know that I took her number, but I had no intention of calling her, I just choose to do this as away of letting her down without even knowing it.
I walk out of the school just in time to see my parents pulling up, I got in the car, and my father drove off immediately. The ride was silence again, not long after my mother broke the silence “ How was the first day of school for the the both of you?”
“ It was ok” I said.
“ It was just like any other school” Jessika said.
“ Well you two have to give this place and school a chance before you know it you will love living here” My father said.
“ Speak for yourself” I said.
“ Enough Harlem, I will not deal with your bullshit today”
“Whatever” I said rolling my eyes.
When we pull up in front of the house I wasted no time getting out of the car, as soon as my mother unlock the door. I went right on it and headed straight to my room. I place my bag on the floor, and lay in my bed. I stare at the ceiling; I tell myself repeatedly that this is our new home I need to adjust. But in all I want to go back how things used to be I miss my home, and Jason now I’m in a new town along with no one to talk to my life real sucks.
Treasure POV: When Ms. Green told the guy to introduce his self. He spoke that when I found out his name was Harlem. He was not a bad looking guy he stood to be about 6’3 medium built short black curly hair, and brown skin. From his appearance he look like he have this bad boy image about him. I could see why the girls are drooling over him, he carry himself like he don’t have a care in the world. Ms. Green told him to sit by me, and he nodded waling over the enemy seat by me. I could see the girls have not taken their eyes off him. Its only going to be a matter of time before Harlem get suck right into the trap of popularity. When that happen Alana and her girls will dig their claws into him, I would not be surprised right now that they already planning out how to seduce him. It’s not my place to say anything, I just hope that Harlem is smart enough to see through the bullshit. I looked up in front of the class and pay attention to Ms. Green lesson. It was the end of the
Harlem POV: I woke you an hour early, getting ready for school. I did my routine shower, brush my teeth and put my clothes on. I was ready in 20 minutes, I gather my red hoodie and my bag and headed downstairs, the moment I enter the kitchen I wish I could just turn back around. There was my father sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I looked around to see if my mother was present, before I could say something my father spoke.“ If you are looking for your mother, she is not here. I will take you and Jessika to school this morning.”“ I will rather walk, you can take Jessika to school” I said going into the refrigerator grabbing a bottle of water and a pear.“ Look Harlem, there no need for you to be walking to school. I mean you are familiar with this town yet”“ I can manage, I walked home by myself yesterday I know where the school is at. Excuse me I have to get going”“ When are you going to get over this bullshit ass attitude?”“ Excuse me?”
Charmaine POV: I can’t believe it, I have the hottest boy in my room, and I’m giving him head right as we speak. I hoped that I could get his attention, I became happy that he shows up to my party. Once I’m done sucking him off, I need to come up with a plan to make him mine. I know he told me he not looking for a relationship, but a girl can try. I want to be by his side, and I can get the attention to be honest I’m tired of being in Alana shadow. She always makes it seem that we need her to become popular, also she thinks the world revolves around her what a bitch. I only say around her because she able to get us in to underage clubs, and also giving the best weed that money can buy. Alana thinks just because her father has money that she can do whatever she wants. Unlike her father who only got rich because of a lottery snitch off ticket. My father earns his money by working hard each day, he started from the bottom and work his way up to success. My father deserves every
Alana POV: I hate to admit that I’m jealous of Charmaine, it's true that Harlem is sexy as hell, he is sexier than Jackson. I could tell that in no time Harlem will become popular, and I need to have him by my side. I’m tiring of Jackson, I’m getting bored with him, the only reason I kept him around is because of the sex, now that getting boring now he always wants to do the same old boring position and that the missionary position, he always got to be on top just to prove his ego. I have to admit Treasure was right about Jackson having no brains at all, and it took her to say it to have me realize what kind of air head that he is. I don’t see no future with him at all. I need to try something different, since Harlem is brown completion, I believe that his dick is much bigger than Jackson I will have to find out for myself. I could tell that Charmaine had interest in him, I don’t care because I cannot really stand her, I don’t even know why I pull up with her? I remembe
Treasure POV: To my surprise I knew it was only a matter of time that either Alana or one of goons was going to dig their claws into the new boy. Those heifers are honey trappers, all they do is seek the most eligible boys then they lure them in their trap once they are in it’s no going back. I can only imagine what Charmaine did to get Harlem. It’s not my problem all I can do is shake my head, Harlem do not know what he got himself into. I mean he not a bad-looking guy, he looks a lot better than Alana brainless boyfriend who I found out name is Jackson. I can already tell that Alana is attempting to make a claim on Harlem, even though Charmaine have claim as hers. I can already see that this situation is not going end well, this is your typical high school drama. When do anything be normal? High School is like a completion everyone for themselves it either you win or lose. The way I see things is that you have four years to spent here, that enough time to learn people and
Harlem POV: I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria, typing on my phone to Jason, letting him know I miss him. He was telling me how things was at my old school he inform me that Preston no longer attend the school anymore because he got caught in some mess. That his father could not get him out off, Jason told me it had something to do with a girl. According to people they said that Preston either attempt or rape a girl. No one could get the facts right because there so many rumors going around, but in all I’m glad that prick is getting what he deserve I wish I could had been there to see the look on his face. I was still texting, when I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. I looked up to see three guys wearing letterman jackets and their hair was slick back. If I was to guess they had to be on the football team. I wonder what do they want? From the way they look, they seem like airheads with no brains. I know the type, the popular jocks who have all the girl
Treasure POV: The weekends are boring, that they're nothing to do but sit around and become miserable. What I hate most about being home is bumping into my mother and Dax, that sometimes I wish I was back in juvenile. Those two have no shame of what they do, I remember earlier in the afternoon I went downstairs to get a drink of water. I checked to see if I had any mail, I walk into the living room. The minute I enter I truly regret ever doing it, there was my mother and Dax having sex on the couch butt naked. That all I could do was leave out of the room, I know that me catching them in the act, did not stop them because I could them keeping going. I return to my room and laid in the bed and went to sleep. A few hours later, I woke up and headed back downstairs, when I enter the living room this time no one was there. I was glad for that I went over to the coffee table, notice there was mail on the table. I pick it up going through it till I saw there was a letter for me. I
Butterfly POV: I’m sitting in my room bore out of my mind, ever since the girls was release. I stay to myself not interacting with the other girls in here. The reason was when I first got here, there was this girl name Lindsay who approach me, I thought she wanted to be friends. I soon found out that was it, a few months being here I found out that Lindsay had used me to make her girlfriend Soleil jealous. With that Soleil wanted to fight me for it. After everything that I was through I was not about to show any weakness, towards some pathetic ass bitches who like to cause drama. When Soleil approach me with her girls including Lindsay. I look her in the eyes, to show that I’m not the one to be fuck with. Soleil decided she wanted to slap me, I could feel the string coming from her hit, and soon her girls started laughing at my pain. Little do they know, I saw red, and that when Soleil had her back turn, I grab her hair. that she was leading back, that when I use the free ha