From across the hallway we made eye contact. it was the first time he payed any attention to me! and i was wearing the darkest outfit i own. no litterly i look like i came out of a dark manga me in my black hoodie spalttered in blood, real blood but no one needs to know, i had on black jeans my hair was covering half my face making me seem scary. briiing shit im late. and of course hes in my class.

joe: Aisha Morana why are you late! 

me: sorry coach got held up. 

joe: i told you stop calling me coach ! you beat me !

i smiled at him. joe salomon is my maths teacher. he was my coach for gun shooting, knife throwing, martal arts, boxing, any way you can kill or fight someone he helped me in. feeling eyes on me i shrunk down into my chair. 

joe: JD pay attention to what im teaching and stop staring at aisha anyways class you need to put the x.... 

joe kept talking but i picked up my book and started to read. it aint my fault im months ahead of the class! feeling his eyes on me for one hour kept disstracting me. briiing i streached in my chair waiting for almost everyone to leave before i apporched joe. 

me: coach i need your help.

joe: sigh yes aisha what is it. 

me: i have a fight with the russians tonight wanna help? 

joe: not again .... guns or knives. time of fight and whos the guy. 

me: knives, 21 and its jackson 

joe: that kid he loves challenging you ok meet me at 18:00 same place 

me: thanks salmon how should i pay you this time 

joe: laughs like everytime Morana but whiskey instead of vodka. 

me: you choose the wrong drink i always win 

as i walked out the room i hearm him mutter i know i know.