First Gym Class

[Adonis White]

"Hell yeah. Today ain't da day tah be hittin no ball wit no stick an be musty ass hell later on." he didn't have a any deodorant on him and if he was outside playing in jeans and a hoody he was bound to sweat and his whole day was fucked up. He laughed a little as he talked about the teachers. He didn't fall asleep too often unless he was high but even then he did his work when he showed up. As the teacher spoke Adonis blinked and looked at his cousin. "Did dis nigga not hear what i jus said?" He looked back to the teacher, gaining a bit of an attitude. "I'm seventeen years old mister. i know what baseball is. An how da hell ya add street rules tah fuckin BASEBALL? Ya hit a ball wit a stick an catch da shit. Where does da street come in? What? We get to break-dance instead of runnin tah each base?" He asked him with a lifted eyebrow. "I'm jus not seein it man. Please enlighten me."

[Raphael Smith]

Raphael was still laying on the blenches, glaring in the skies, nodding to most stuff Adonis was saying. He didn't have no deodorant either. How the hell would that look tryna talk to a girl and you musky as hell. Raphael heard the teacher spoke, looking over to glare over at Adonis and the teacher. Sooner or later, Raphael knew Adonis might woulda snapped on the teacher, and Raphael would get involve too. "Hell yeah. How the fuck you gonna add street rules to Baseball? Nigga, what the fuck are you tryna say?!" Raphael shouted. Raphael hated putting up the teacher's bullshit. They always tend to do that shit around black people. Try to throw in something that black people like to do to get them to participate or criticize or sum shit.

"Nigga, don't be making yo self sound hostile. Just because your teacher, you'll still get knocked out like a kid around these parts." Raphael wasn't afraid to hit no teacher, no matter what would happen in the ending. That's one of the reasons. "Da street has nothing to do with baseball. All you do in baseball is the pitcher throws the ball to the batter, the batter hits the ball, the fielders try to catch it to get the batter out, but if they fail to do so, they betta quickly get that ball, and toss it to the base, where the batter was running to get him out. However, if he was a bit to late. The batter is considered safe. BUT! if they managed to get it to the base, just before the batter got there. The batter is out. The goal of the game to run to these of the 3 bases and back to the home plate, where you batted at, to score the point for your team. If you strike out, that's a out. If you get too many foul balls, that's a out. If you get a infield fly, that's considered an out. You only have 3 outs, before teams switches up. And I'm sure, you understand other rules. I didn't even mean to get into the whole blah, blah bullshit, but you didn't seem like you knew shit about baseball." Raphael paused for a moment to make sure, the teacher caught on.

"Now, where the hell does Street comes in? What you want us to just turn this baseball game into a muthafuckin' WWE or some shit? IF you talking about just making this a violent baseball game, you gotta get fights started up. And I'm sure, none of these niggas wanna see that." Raphael looked at the students. He wasn't tryna spook them out or nothing, but they better realize that Adonis and Raphael was no joke, when it came to fighting. "I don't know whatcha' tryna say, but be careful on how you say it." Raphael warned him. Raphael turned his head back into the clouds taking out his iPod. He puts the earphones in his ears, flipping through the music until he found it. He begin listening to Speedin' (Remix) by Rick Ross. He kept one earphone out, just incase the teacher said something, that he might have to speak out about or just listen for anything, really.

Two niggas, who thought they were hard. were talking among each other about Raphael, but Raphael was too occupied to even hear them, at the moment. They was saying to each other. They both looked like they been in plenty of fights before, and they tend to have start alot of em. They were your average bad asses, but they knew they could never be like him and Adonis, no matter what.

[John Keith]

John was starting to get annoyed by these kids, he could understand why they were getting rialed up and crap because of what he had said, he didn't mean for it to come out sounding that way but why the hell did they react like that? Now how was he supposed to explain his meaning. Screw that he thought to himself, instead of actually making them play it would make more sense just to let them do what they wanted. They probably didn't want to get gross and sweaty or anything for the ladies. God, highschool guys were always tryin' to get some ass and hang with the ladies. He understood how that felt but he figured that if these guys really had some motivation they would play, maybe it he made a bet with them? He knew how guys could get when they wanted something. "Okay, so screw that whole idea. It totally wasn't meant to come out sounding like that and clearly you guys don't feel like playing anything so if you really don't want to then I won't make you. If there actually is anything you want to do though let me hear it. I'm up for anything now." He sighed and stood up from leaning on the fence folding his arms and waiting for a reply from them. It would be interesting to see what they said this time, he just hoped they would maybe calm down a little bit.

[Adonis White]

Adonis took a seat next to his cousin and pulled out his Treo, reading the message he had received with a frown. He hated school and dealing with teachers and on top of that the big man was running games about his supply. Fucking ass-hole. He looked up as he cousin began to lecture the teacher, but he was too busy trying to to get in some pounds because he was running low. Besides, he was never one to start anything unless he needed to.
"Fuckin stupid ass bitch...!" He accidentally said aloud, rubbing his chin with a heavy frown on his face. We haven't got our keys from Jamaica just yet my ass He thought. Big Smoke was a big business man, he shit was always on time and people like Vegas were expecting their share from him when he didn't have it. That was going to pose some problems, so he texted him "Man Smoke i got people waitin on me man. I have NO nothing. I gotta nuff to get me something off the dollar menu at MacDonald's. Don't jive me man, gimme SUTIN. before working on his message to Vegas. He looked up just in time to see two dudes talking about them an he nudged his cousin's shoulder. He loved how they sat there talking shit, making it obvious it was about them, but Adonis wasn't on to get burnt in the ass, he got even. "Man mister, calm yo happy ass down man. I'ont do baseball, but I'll play some dodge ball or kick-ball." He said with a smirk. He planned on knocking one of them the fuck out with some kind of ball, he didn't care which one.