This is Tommie - Royal Ass.

Now then around the mid end of the 12th grade I started to actually feel popular. At my school there were three different spheres of popular the athlete sphere that's where Jason was the hood/ghetto/slum/gangster sphere I didn't fuck with them they were drug dealers and junior killers the just kind cool sphere and the “he wouldn't be cool if he didn't have a car” sphere that's where I was so my Mom had the grand idea to have me run for Homecoming king. It was cool. Daria had started getting back normal so she was going to run for homecoming queen. We were shoe ins well my Mom was the PTA president and she was in the middle of a power struggle with some other parents that were lames so one lady that didn't like my Mom put her son in against me hell he didn't want to be in it any more than I did. But, here we are. At any rate he went to school with all the kids in our class since 1st grade so he was a shoe in. He became homecoming king and I was prince. Well Daria didn't win Queen or Princess she didn't even make the court. And she was pissed about it and couldn't understand how I made it and she didn't.

As if I couldn't do it. She really started pissing me off with her bitching I mean how are you going to EXPECT to be with me when I walk as my escort when you don't think I deserve to be there. Ok, I got trick for you. During one of her bitch fest I just snapped and said I'm going to have Ginny escort me. Ginny was in my brother's grade and she had a crush on me. That wasn't really anything, the thing that was the kicker was that she was on the flag team with Daria and I knew that Daria didn't like her. That was my only reason for picking Ginny. It was just to remind Daria that I was in charge and I beat you this time. By far this was the shittiest thing I had done to date but the thing about it was I totally knew that and I wanted to hammer it in to Daria that you take what I give you.

You don't complain when you are in the presence of royalty. Remember they didn't even pick you. The shittiest thing was that the flag team had to do their performance while the court walked past so she had to stand there and twirl her flag as I walked past with this girl she hated. I could see her crying out of the side of my eye and I just smiled. It was one of those evil smiles. Of course my buddies thought it was some player shit and I got high off of it. This time my parents didn't even say anything I don't know if they could conceive that I could be that heartless and mean. I mean surely they understood that she was a sour apple but my reaction was overboard. I think they were ashamed and were really wondering where they went wrong.