Idiotic hoes, and Whatnot

What she had on when danced.☝

Hey, Meh Unicorns! Hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Forget your troubles, and DANCE- Bob Marley

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I step into the cafeteria, and walk straight to the lunch line, ignoring the glares from girls, and whistles from boys.

I grab a slice of cheese pizza, a pack of Salt & Vinegar, and a soda before turning around to look for a table. I see a vacant table on the side, and sit in a chair. Dropping my pizza I look up, "Do you have a problem?" I say aloud to everyone who was staring at me. They immediately stop looking, and soon there attention is turned to a group of—dare I say it, "popular kids." I turn back toward to my lunch, and continue to eat my food.

"Hey, get your ugly ass out of my seat," I turn in my seat, and am not surprised to see a group of model look- alike girls and guys. I raise a brow, and look around, " What the hell are you looking for?" The brown head asks, "I'm looking for the person you talkin to, cause I know yo Kylie Jenner ass ain't talkin to me," I say standing up, me looking down on her.

I hear snickers from the group, and many from the other tables. She turns a beer red, and growls

She looks at a brown headed kid, with a heart shaped tattoo, and growls at him "Do something, Mason," She says annoyed. "What the hell do you want me to do, the girl just roasted yo ass," he says with snicker.

"Oh my gawd, you idiot!" She yells, before stomping off,  "Don't let the door hit ya where the good lawd splitcha, bîtch," I yell out to her. I laugh, and sit back down ignoring the rest of the group.

"Well, Well, Well, I see we have a little snapper over here, you guys," I look up to see the guy who asked me if I was single. "You just mad cause she dissed yo behind in class" a girl holding hands with a boy, both having white hair. I raise a brow, "if you're here to ask me to move I suggest you go sit somewhere cause I ain't moving," I say grabbing my pizza, that I had yet to finish.

"Don't worry, sweet cheeks. You can sit with us, don't worry about Rebecca, the girls got mental issues." Mr. Jock says with a shrug of his shoulders, before following his friends who were sitting down. "Oh," I say furrowing my eyebrows.

"Well, mysterious girl who rides a motorcycle, and turns me down, what's your name?" He asks with genuine curiosity, "What your name?" I ask, trying to avoid the question.

"Well, Miss. Adams, My name is Ethan, this is Noah," he says pointing to the white haired boy. "That pretty lady holding his hand is Nina," he points to a black girl with a nose ring, "that's Lisa, and last but certainly not least, that's Mason" he says pointing to the guy Rebecca called an 'idiot'.

I nod my head slowly looking at each of them closely, envying them for looking so Damn perfect, "Cool," I say, grabbing my chips , and ripping the bag opened. "Sooo...are you going to keep us in suspense the whole time" Ethan says obviously annoyed.

"Well I don't know," I say shrugging my shoulders. "I kinda like the mysterious vibe I've got going on " I say with a smile. I get up just as the bell rings, and smirk "My names Genesis, but my friends call me Gen," I say, and turn to go.

A/N: I know I already introduced her, and I just realized that so please forgive me!

3 hours later

I walk to my locker, and open it taking my book bag, and books. "Hey, Sweet cheeks," I turn around to see Ethan leaning on a locker next to me.

"Can I help you?" I say closing my locker, and walking to the entrance of the school.

"Well, as a matter of a fact you can, I want you to go to a party wi-

"No," I say interrupting him, and hopping on Tank.

"What, do you not like me! I am heartbroken," he says feigning hurt.

I giggle, and shake my head. "You are crazy," I say starting the engine.

"Okay, fine then," he says rocking his head, "but, don't come crawlin back to me honeyboo-boo chile, cause this," he gestures to his body, "is a one time offer,"

I laugh, nod "Okay, I'll keep that in mind," I ride off still laughing about what Ethan had just said.

When I pull up in my driveway, I am surprised to see my uncles car, and another car their.

I walk through the front door, and am confronted with a 5'6 foot lady, with dark curls,  a light complexion, and, a suit. "Oh my goodness, this must be the famous Genesis! Oh my you look absolutely stunning hunny! Your uncle over here," she says pointing to my uncle who's, sitting in the living room couch, looking ever- so slight annoyed. "Had said that you were pretty, but he didn't say you were this gorgeous! Well, I think that I should be on my way! It was a pleasure meeting you Genesis, and Mr. Adams I hope you, and I can catch up," she winks, then waves and closes the door.

"Uhhh..." I stand there, and move to the kitchen. "Umm.. I'll start dinner," I say, and take a lasagna T.V. Dinner out, after heating it up, and placing it on a plate. I hand it to him, and turn to go to my room.

"Wait, come back here girl," I turn back around, scared.

"Yes, s-sir," I stutter. He takes my arm, pulls me to him, "You look so much like her," he strokes my hair, and tears form in his eyes, and spill. "Go, leave, I don't wanna look at 'cha," he says shoving me toward the door. I stumble to the door, and open it, smiling.

Finally, I can hurry, and get to the studio.

I get back on Tank, and head toward the place I've been longing to go to, the place that I called all around for, the place that made me feel like ME!

I pull into the parking lot, I hope off, and run to the entrance. Exhilarated, I open the door, and allow the amazing smell of wood fill my nose. I walk to the bathroom, and began to strip, putting the clothes I brought in my book bag on me.

I step out of the bathroom, and to my surprise their's no one in the studio. Grabbing my phone I put it on my playlist, and play 'Shape Of You' by Ed Sheeran . Before I know it I'm moving to the music, and everything around my disappears.

The club isn't the best place to find a lover

So the bar is where I go

Me and my friends at the table doing shots

Drinking fast and then we talk slow

Come over and start up a conversation with just me

And trust me I'll give it a chance now

Take my hand, stop, put Van the Man on the jukebox

And then we start to dance, and now I'm singing like

Girl, you know I want your love

Your love was handmade for somebody like me

Come on now, follow my lead

I may be crazy, don't mind me

Say, boy, let's not talk too much

Grab on my waist and put that body on me

Come on now, follow my lead

Come, come on now, follow my lead

I shake my hips to the beat, and correcting myself when I see something wrong. Before I know it the song is over, and I'm laughing. I hadn't danced in about 3 weeks, and yet I felt I had lost an organ.

Clap, Clap, Clap, I turn to see a brown skinned, hazel eyed boy, around my age, with joggers, and a lose fitted tee.

God! Omgawd Genesis SNAP OUT OF IT!

I viably look the kid up, and down, before looking him in his eyes. "Wow, I don't think I've seen such good dancing since—" he places his finger on his chin, "well never, you've got some moves new girl," I turn to put the music on pause, and turn back to him. "How do you know I'm new," I say raising an eyebrow.

He chuckles, making many butterflies, flutter in my stomach. "My dad owns the place, I'm here everyday," he says smirking. I roll my eyes, "Oh," I pick up my bag, and head for the door. "Hey, wait up! I have proposition for you, come to this club tonight," he hands me a card that reads 'Dropin&Lockin', "What do you want from me?" I ask, my hand resting on my hips. "To see you dance of course," he smiles, and licks his lips making me stare, I flicker my gaze back to his eyes, "Fine, but can I at least get a name," he smiles widely. "The names Beast," he takes my hand, and shakes it. "I'll see you their mystery girl," he turns and walks out.

I read the card, and chuckle tonight was going to be one hell of a night...