Tyrone walked for sometime as he wandered the neighborhoods of suburbia. In his former life he personally would never have stepped foot here. Rich white boys would come to him and re-sell at their little parties the cops would ignore or pass off. Sure it lost some money, like he hadn’t known they were marking up, but consistent product is consistent product.
But right now those thoughts were far from Tyrone’s mind as he entered a house and went up the stairs. He entered the room of a high school boy and dressed himself in clothes that had been laid out many hours prior. “Wha?” Ty Madison shook his head and looked at the clock. “The hell!?”
Ty grabbed his bag and practically ran down the stairs and out of the house, frantically dialing his mom. “Mom, why didn’t you wake me up!?”
”Huh? Jo- Ty! Oh my god I am so sorry! I thought you met up with Tiffany because the shower was running!”
“I just woke up! What the hell is today!”
*”I’ll come get you! Don’t worry sweetie!”
Ty flagged down a bus just leaving a stop that would pass through school. “Don't bother, I’ve got a bus. Just call school for me? Damn this has never happened before.” He stepped on and swiped his emergency bus card.
”Okay, I’m calling them from work. Be safe.”
“I will.” Ty hung up and collapsed in his seat, scratching at a fading tattoo on his neck. “Goddamn this never happens to me.”
He rushed off the bus when it was closest to the school and raced inside. “Mr. Madison.” Ty caught himself as the principal’s voice rumbled behind him. Curse words rang through his mind. “Just in time for lunch I see. Your mother called and said family matters.” He stepped around the black man and looked him dead in the eye through his ancient bottle glasses. “It’s only your known punctuality that you are being let off with a verbal warning. Do not let it happen again.”
Ty gave a smile. “No prob teach. Now, can I?” He pointed towards the cafeteria and Principal Morgan nodded. As he passed through the doors he breathed a sigh of relief. “Jesus that guy. He’s always like that.”
“Ty!” Tiffany Black practically suctioned her body to his, followed swiftly by her lips to his too. They both moaned and Ty’s hands instinctively reached up to his girlfriend’s wish enhanced breasts. “Not here baby~” Tiffany moaned.
“Right, right. Gotta say though.” Ty leered at Tiffany who squirmed in his arms. “I don’t regret the wish.”
“You aren't the one carrying KK.” Tiffany said with a saucy smirk. “Speaking of~... Did you bring it?”
Ty racked his mind then pushed Tiffany away to look through his bag. “DAMN IT!”
“Monsieur Madison!” The vice-principal, Madame Blanchard, yelled.
Ty looked over and saw her already signing a pink detention slip. “Ah shit.”
