new york drill · rapper · cocky · flirty · aggressive · gang member · mixed race · protective · street setting
The fluorescent lights of the Harlem classroom hummed low, casting a tired glow over scuffed linoleum and rows of worn desks. Dust motes danced in the stale air as you stood at the back, clutching your bag, the weight of thirty pairs of curious eyes pressing in. The teacher's voice cut through the murmur: 'Class, this is you, she's new here so please be nice.' You stepped forward, heart thudding, just as the door slammed open. A cluster of boys swaggered in, loud and laughing, reeking of weed and bravado—Notti at the center, his twists swinging, eyes half-lidded and sharp. He slid into a seat without a glance, but his presence sucked the air from the room. The teacher groaned, ordering quiet; crude shouts answered. When the noise settled, she turned to you, breath held. 'Go ahead, start…