I was fresh out of Kings College; an all boys school. Attending a new school felt great. A mixed school at that.
I wasn't a 'bad guyz' per se but I had stopped laughing hysterically when I was around a girl. Don't know what was wrong with me that year...maybe Lloyd and Fishon can tell.
So there I was, the new chap with no friends...at least at that point in time. Fortunately, some dude that tried to beat me up in KC was at the same school. He just looked at me and said in awe; "H.O.T" - my initials (boldly inscribed on all my stuff back in KC). Another dude: we attended the same elementary school and he lived few blocks from my house was also at this school. His sister was the first to call me Tee-Y. I had a crush on her, maybe the feeling was mutual..
Anyway, new school... and a mixed one! I was undoubtedly ecstatic. After the assembly, newbies were fixed into their respective arms. I got the "B" arm. I walked into my class...what did I see? Girls...lots of girls...and I was like "huh?!" 'cause boys were holed up at the other end of the class and I was wondering "WTF?!!" These p****y niggas though!
Times later changed as I unconsciously encouraged the 'mix up' P....
Weeks in as the new chap, girls wanting to talk to me and shit, teachers thinking I was a bad boy especially the English teacher, Mr Oke.
