His clothing in a way showed me he meant business. He had a large flat billed hat with it pointed backwards, as well as a large white baggy shirt with...large black shorts down to his ankles. Basically an everyday black guy in Detroit. "I was just walking through here to get to my hou-" I was immediatly cut short because the large black man's fist connected with my face. Knocking me down to the pavement and knocking the wind out of me instantly. I moaned as my head felt like it was going to. I just groaned. "Fine... Let me guess... If Ididn't wear any it'd look suspicious..."She just nodded, and it honestly wasn't that bad. She only put somemascara on and this cherry flavored lip gloss that reminded me of aslightly slicker version of Chap-stick. It was when she came to shoesthat she realized her mistake. She had gotten me dressed up andrealized she hadn't bought me any shoes to go with the outfit. Shefinally suggested maybe I should just put on my other clothes again,only problem. "You remember Charlie, don't you?" Hey, Mrs. Crenshaw," Charlie smiled, his eyes drawn immediately to her scantily covered body.Amy had not known exactly what to expect when Adam returned home. One thing she hadn't expected, however, was Adam bringing home a friend. Her eyes darted from Adam to Charlie, and back to Adam. When she noticed Charlie staring at her she gasped. "Oh my! Please excuse me." She turned quickly and started for the door."Before you go," Adam said, interrupting her flight. ‘Yeah, enjoy your first class.’ Daren said. Max turned to Henry and flicked him off. ‘You’re an asshole.’ Then walked away. Henry was frozen in shock. Daren walked right up to him and grinned. ‘Nice guys may finish last, Henry. But believe me when I say it was worth the wait.’ Then Daren left him standing in his own regret. In first period math Daren could hear the cheerleaders in the back of the class whispering about him while they worked on their in class assignment. He could only catch a.