"Reporting live from planet basic, we talk a lot but we don't ever say shit. Sayin' something that we truly feel, that's just not in the conversation.

"I'm semi-famous, kinda ain't shit, kinda sorta like almost made it. It's like i went from star in the making to, 'Oh yea him, yes I hope he makes it."

I wake up to the sound of KYLE and Blackbear.

Groaning, I get out of bed and head to the shower.

Just like every other day, I get the kids ready for school and daycare.

I changed into a white fitted v neck shirt, ripped blue jeans, and combat boots. My ripped blue jeans have a rip on my right leg from the knee to almost mid-thigh. The left one is just revealing my knee.

I do mascara and eyeliner with my signature angle wing.

Finally, I put on my black leather jacket, grabbed my sunglasses, and took the kids to school.

Again, after making my way home, I was late for first period.

After my trip to my locker, I head to first period.

I open the door abruptly, and walk in. Dante looks up at me, wide eyed at first, then smirking.

"Hello Miss. Mane. Thank you for gracing us with your presence." Mr. Sherman said.

"No prob Bob." I say and sit next to Giovanni.

"Would you like to tell us the reason you're late?" He asks.

"Would you like to hush and continue the lesson, or are we going to continue to dwell on the past?" I say.

"Past? It was less that 2 minutes ago."

"Yes, but 5 seconds ago is considered the past, correct?" I ask.

"Yes, but I asked a question and I want an answer." He replies, suddenly stern.

"AND I WANT YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP ASSHOLE AND BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!" Before I could even answer, Dante stood and yelled.

The teacher looked scared and was shaking in fear.

I looked back at him wide eyed. His eyes found mine and softened. Slight gasps were heard around the room and looks of shock, envy, adoration, and some of pure hatred were made towards me.

I looked away and class went on.

Before i knew it, the bell was ringing and I put my things away.

I begin walking out the class, down the hall, and to my locker. I put my thing away.

Suddenly, two arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

I tense up immediately, but relax slightly because, for some odd reason, I felt safe. Like no one would hurt me. Ever. Like someone would protect me.

My senses came back to me, and I turned my head.

Dante.

"Remember our deal. One night." I turn back to my locker.

"I can't stand not touching you, so deal with it." He basically growled in my ears.

"You don't understand. So please, just let me go." I say, holding onto my locker door so hard that my knuckles turn white.

Seeing that, he backs away a little. He stands and leans against the locker next to mine. He crossed his arms over his broad chest. His head leans on the locker and he stares at me as I continue to grab my things.

"How about," i shut my locker as he continues to speak, "we start slow?"

He walks next to me and I raise my brows at him. "Slow? On what?"

"The touching. But nothing else." He winks at me. I throw my head back and laugh.

He stares at me with admiration. Looking at the ground, I think. "So, how would it work?" I ask.

"Well, small things first. Like, small touches here and there, then hand holding, kissing on the cheek. Then, after a while," he grabs my forearm, turns me so I'm near him, and he leans down to my ear and whispers.

"Then after a while, full blown me against you, holding you, and hot make out sessions." Biting my earlobe.

I shiver in pleasure. "See, you like it already, and all I did was bite your earlobe."

Rolling my eyes, I turn away. Chuckling, he follows me. "You love the idea. Don't pretend that you don't."

Oh, we do. Trust me. A voice in the back of my head said.

"I don't, so get over it." He laughed again, and we were in front of my class. I turn to him and glare.

"This was all apart of your plan wasn't it? Distract me than walk me to class?" He shoved his hands in his front pants pocket.

"Maybe." He smirks.

"Whats your next class?" I ask. Kids go around us to get in the class, shooting me glances, of which I ignore.

"This class." Chuckling.

"Oh shit," I bring my hand up to my forehead and shake my head, "yea. Sorry, totally forgot." I take a deep breath.

"No need to apologise love. Ever." He gives me a billion dollar smile and on the inside, I was about to die.

Before I could respond, the blonde bimbo comes up, grabs Dante's collar, and forces there lips together.

Dante's face scrunched up and he looked utterly repulsed.

The bimbo, on the other hand, kept attacking him. And quite frankly, she was hardly wearing and clothes. She wore a miniskirt that, if you cut off about an inch, you could see her underwear, if the slut even had any on. Then, her crop top was about three sizes too small. Her heals we're about five and a half inches tall and I could smell her heavy perfume that made me gag.

I just looked around, pretending that there wasn't live porn right in front of me.

Finally, she stopped. "I've missed you baby." She said, her high pitched voice filling my ears.

"Get off me. Now." He practically growled.

"That's not what you were saying last night." Trying to sound seductive.

I couldn't help but let out an unladylike snort. They both looked at me. I just smiled.

"How was he with you when he was taking his girl out last night, then texting her past ten? Then after that, he was asleep. So, please, explain." A new voice said.

Looking behind Dante and the bimbo, I see his group of guys.

She looked shocked, but then looked at me. She looked me up and down. "Got something to say, hoe?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"That's a lie. Who would ever go for someone like you? You're fat. How many Twinkies did you eat last night?" She laughs. By now, we had a crowd watching us.

"How many times did you force yourself to puke last night?" I fire back. Theres, ohs, and all in the crowd. Dante looks at me surprised. "Oh, and this isn't exactly on the same subject that we were in before, but, how long does it take to put makeup on for two faces every morning?"

There were more ohs in the crowd. Dante smirks. "And i am by no means a skinny stick," I spit venom as I speak, "but, at least I don't talk shit about people," I walk towards her, "when I have my own flaws. Now, you can either shut up and swing, or run along." I narrow my eyes as I stand directly in front of her.

She huff's and walks away. The same as in the cafeteria.

The crowd cheers and Dante throws his head back and laughs.

He walks to me. "There was no need to be jealous, babe, I'm all yours." He whispers and winks at me.

"You have lipstick on your mouth." Raising my brows.

"Then why don't you get it off for me babygirl." He taps his lips.

I roll my eyes. "Get ready for class weirdo."

With that, I walk into class, and take my seat. Soon after, he comes in and sits next to me and his groups sits near us.

He scoots our chairs and desk next to mine. He then wraps his arm around the back of my chair.

I look up at him and raised my brow. "What do you think you're doing?" I ask.

"Sitting next to my girl." Looking at me, smirking.

"Well stop and move." I reply coldly.

"Ah, baby, don't be mad at me just because she kissed me. I only wanna kiss you." He whispers the last sentence continues to do so. "Don't be jealous. I'm yours. All yours."

My heart beat quickens and I become confused. Confused as to why it's happening. As to why I feel like this.

Shaking off the feeling, I turn back to face the front.

"I wasn't and am not jealous. You are your own person as I am. You're not mine, and i am not yours. Now calm your man tits shut the fuck up." I say.