Sixteen-year-old Jayd Jackson is no stranger to drive-by shootings or run-ins with the friendly neighborhood crackhead. Street-smart, book-smart, and life-smart, she’s nobody’s fool—least of all KJ’s. He’s the cutest basketball jock at South Bay High, a.k.a. Drama High—where Jayd and a bunch of other Compton kids get bussed to daily.
Okay, Jayd admits she once fell hard for his player ways. But she’s through with him and his games for good. She just wants to start her junior year drama-free. But wanting isn’t getting. On Jayd’s first day back to school, KJ’s new girlfriend approaches her wanting to fight. Egged on by Jayd’s ex-best-friend-turned-nemesis, Trecee wants to make Jayd understand that KJ is off limits—even if she has to clarify with her fists. With the fight set for Friday, Jayd is about to learn who’s really got her back . . .
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Drama High, Vol. 1
By L. Divine
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.Copyright © 2006 L. Divine
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"Make me wanna holler/ The way they do my life"
— MARVIN GAYE
I haven't talked to my man, KJ, in two days. I know something's up. That's probably why I had that weird dream last night. I'm still mad at him and Misty, my former best friend, for trying to hook up my first time doing it. So, I really don't want to talk to Misty at all, but KJ's a different story.
"Jayd, go ahead and take a twenty-minute while it's slow," Shahid says.
I love working at Simply Wholesome. It's way better than working at a fast-food restaurant like other kids my age. It's the only health-food store and restaurant I know of that's both Black owned — Shahid's the man — and supported. My uncle Bryan is so proud of me working here, him being both the Black revolutionary and vegetarian of the family. He loves it when I bring home free eats.
I walk outside to enjoy my break and look at the beautiful row of homes and Black folks in shiny cars. It's a perfect, sunny L.A. day, smog and all. I don't feel like snacking, not even my favorite spinach patties, so I take the opportunity to see why my man's tripping.
It's times like this I'm glad I splurged on a cell phone. It cost damn-near a whole paycheck, but I was tired of being the only person I knew without one.
I try to get a signal on my cell, but they're hard to pick up over here. I don't know if it's because we're so close to Kenneth Hahn Park, notorious for dropping calls, or because there are no cell wires near the oil wells on Stocker. Whatever it is, I'm lucky to get a signal at all.
What's up? Yes, you've reached him. KJ, The Man. Leave a message and maybe I'll get back.
Damn. It's his voice mail again. I've been calling him all weekend and I refuse to leave a message. He knows it's me.
I hang up the phone, pissed at his ass. Why is he avoiding me? I thought he was over last week's drama. Misty's probably told him all about me telling her off after she tried to pimp me out to him on our last date. I heard Maisha's back in town. He better not be with that heffa.
"Don't slip up and get caught, 'cause I'm coming for that number-one spot." I love that I can download Ludacris to my ring tone.
KJ's name pops up on my screen as the song plays. It's about time that fool called me back.
"Hello," I say, trying to sound both upset and sexy at the same time.
"What's up, Jayd?" He sounds cool as a cucumber, like he hasn't been avoiding me all weekend.
"You tell me. You the one not returning calls. Is there something you want to tell me?" I say.
Instead of apologizing or even responding, KJ only takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh. It sounds like he's moving from one place to another.
"KJ, where are you?"
"Do you really want to know?" Now he sounds angry.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" I ask. I'm starting to feel sick to my stomach. This usually happens when something big is about to go down.
"Well, actually, I've been kinda kickin' it with someone else lately."
Now I know I'm going to be sick. "What the hell you mean by 'kickin' it,' KJ?!" I scream into the phone. People hangin' outside the restaurant are staring at me. I know this is so ghetto, but this fool's got me hot.
"What difference does it make, Jayd? I'm kickin' it with her the way I can't with you."
"What's that suppose to mean? We've only been together for a couple of months, KJ. How you gone give up on our relationship just like that?" Tears are streaming down my face, which I'm sure has turned red. Sarah, one of my coworkers, comes out to hand me a box of tissues from the store; when she goes back inside, she closes the door behind her.
As I blow my nose hard into the phone, I hear KJ telling someone to be quiet. Then I hear a door close in the background. My blood is boiling. Something told me he was with that heffa Maisha, or some other heffa. Just because I won't have sex with him? I don't believe this.
"Who was that, KJ?"
"Look, Jayd, I can't talk to you right now," he says. He still sounds cool. He's playing with me. "I'm kinda in the middle of something."
"Something or some one?" I ask. I'm getting angrier with every second that goes by.
"You know what, Jayd?" he says, sounding upset. "I ain't got time for this. I got to go tend to my company."
"What are you telling me, that you got another woman? What the hell? I thought you said you were in love with me?"
"I was, but you didn't do nothing to keep the love there, Jayd. And I got other females who are willing to show me how much they care."
I can't believe what I'm hearing. This fool is way too full of himself for me.
"Are you serious, KJ? Because those other females gave you some ass you think they love you more than I do?!" I shout, forgetting where I'm at. Customers are all over the place rushing in and out of Simply Wholesome and to their cars, but it doesn't matter; I'm about to go off.
"KJ, do you hear me talking to you? Answer me! Do you think I love you less because I won't give up the cookies?!" I say. Now I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. I wonder if these people even know what the hell cookies are.
"Jayd, you're being a little melodramatic for me. You had to see this coming."
I hear him sigh and then his other line clicks. It's probably one of his other broads on the line.
"How could I have seen this coming? Just last week you were telling me you loved me and you were willing to wait. What the hell? A week is waiting?" I can't believe this jerk is breaking up with me because I won't give it up to him. I should have Mama put a curse on him.
"Jayd, I can't do this right now. You get the message." And just like that, he hangs up.
How am I supposed to go back to work now? This fool just broke up with me over the phone. This fool that I love. I would call my mom, but it's Sunday and she's at church right up Slauson. I would ask her to pick me up, but I don't get off until four P.M. and it's only noon now.
"Jayd, break's over!" Shahid yells to me. He doesn't see the tears behind my sunshades. I wish I had time to call Mama. She'd know what to do. Maybe she can give KJ a wart on his forehead or something. I can't wait to get off work.
The bus ride home takes longer than usual. Maybe because my mind is on the fact that this morning I had a man and now I don't. When was he going to tell me? Tuesday, at school? Great way to start a new year.
As the bus rolls down LaBrea, the scenery quickly changes from rolling hills and beautiful homes to apartment buildings and liquor stores. Every time I leave work I feel like I'm Dorothy leaving Oz, but in a hood sort of way. As we approach Baldwin Hills, I look out of the bus window, wishing I could stop at Eso Won, my favorite bookstore and the only place Mama can find her special interest books. But, I can't. I'm too exhausted. I just want to go home and chill out.
There's tagging on the walls of businesses and bus stops with the different gang initials as we get closer to Inglewood. I remember I used to call myself a tagger in junior high. My tag name was "Lyttle." I can't really draw or even write fancy or nothing like that. But neither can half these fools out here.
Every now and again though I'll see some real hot tag displayed on an overpass or on the side of a bus that'll just take my breath away. Honestly, sometimes the tag art is better than whatever was there before it. But, that thug stuff has got to stop. That ain't art. That's just something somebody threw up to be rude. Tagging is about making a statement, not about being rude.
KJ's lucky I ain't the girl they used to call "Lyttle" no more. Otherwise, he and whatever hoodrat he's running with now would be in some serious pain. I used to fight boys and girls alike, at the drop of a dime. Fighting used to be my favorite pastime. Not because I liked it, but because I was good at it. Girls used to think that just because I'm pretty, I can't fight. They didn't know I was raised with a bunch of rough dudes and I could basically kick anybody's ass.
I didn't have any problems with gangs or people trying to jack me until my mom moved to Inglewood. I swear it seems like every time I go outside around here I'm either seeing some shit go down or I just missed it. I'm not saying anything's wrong with Inglewood. I just wish my mom lived on the other side by the Avenues and not over here in the hood. My mom's car gets broken in to so much, she doesn't even bother putting a new radio in it. Instead she makes do with her boom box on the car's floor or on my lap if I'm sitting in the passenger's seat.
When I get to my mom's house she's lying in her usual spot on the couch.
"Hey, girl. How was work?" my mom asks, all sleepy-like. Like most people on a hot Sunday afternoon, she was asleep before I walked in.
My mom's apartment is quiet, but hot. It gets so hot in this little place, sometimes I can't stand it. It's a one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment with a little balcony right off the dining room. The kitchen, dining room, and living room all flow into one big room. My mom has excellent taste. She shops at spots like Pier 1 Imports and Cost Plus off Santa Monica Boulevard, so she has some real cute stuff.
Her house is in all natural tones. Her couch is beige accented with plush white-and-tan pillows and a bright, multicolored throw that looks so pretty against her mahogany skin.
Lynn Marie Williams, aka my mom, is a fine little thing, to hear her men tell it. She's thirty-five, very petite, only five foot one inches, and only 120 pounds — most of that is up top — with long, black hair and bright green eyes, just like Mama's. Mama and my mom share the first name Lynn because when Mama first saw her daughter, it was like looking into a mirror. My mom can't say that about me though. If it weren't for our big breasts, we would look nothing alike.
I can still feel the knot in my throat from all the crying I did earlier. I don't feel like talking to my mom about KJ because she just wouldn't understand. She never has men problems. Ever.
"Jayd, why you standing there daydreaming? Don't you have packing to do? Don't forget you going back to Mama's tomorrow. Can't be until the afternoon though. The plumber's supposed to be coming in the morning to fix that leak in the bathroom."
"Mom, tomorrow's Labor Day, the day folks in this country don't work. Do you really think the same plumber who was supposed to show up a week ago is gone show up to work on a holiday?" "Yes, because I went down there and talked to that wench myself and told her if that sink wasn't fixed by Monday morning, I would call the water company and report the leak."
That wench would be the manager, Ms. Bell. She acts like she's from the same place her name rhymes with. As I walk across the living room into the kitchen to get a glass of water, I notice my mom's been drinking some Alizé. No wonder she's in such a chill mood.
I walk out the kitchen through the dining room and onto the patio. My mom hears the patio door open and takes it as a reason to ask me her favorite question.
"When you gone get around to cleaning off that patio, Jayd?"
"When hell freezes over," I mumble under my breath. She's got to be joking if she thinks I'm gonna clean this mess for her. There's stuff out here from when she first moved here.
"What did you say?" my mom asks as she shifts from one side of the couch to the other to look at me.
"When I get some time, Mom. That's all I said."
I use one of her old suitcases as a chair and look out at the cement wall separating our driveway from the apartment next door. The eight-unit building is old as dirt, but usually well maintained. My mom moved here after she and my dad broke up a little over fourteen years ago. My dad still lives in the same house he lived in with my mom in Lynwood, a little city in between Compton and Watts. After they split up, my dad left her with nothing — no house, no money. Nothing. She left that house with what she had on and never looked back.
Just like KJ, my dad thinks he's the greatest gift to women. He's a good-looking man — tall, bright yellow skin, with a short-cropped afro, and a very charming personality. But, he's a dog — also just like KJ.
I can't stay in this cramped apartment with all this on my mind. I don't feel any better about KJ or Misty. When I need to get out, I take a walk to the liquor store.
I change out of my work clothes in the bathroom, putting on some Guess shorts and a Baby Phat tank top and some flip-flops from Target. I catch my reflection in the mirror and see I need to braid my hair tonight. Until then, a scarf will have to do.
I yell to my mom that I'm going for a walk and ask if she needs anything. She's still on the couch drifting in and out of sleep.
"Yes, Jayd. Could you please get me some Lay's chips and some sour cream?" she mumbles. "I feel like eating some onion dip."
"What kinda Lay's you want? Those new ones with the cheddar cheese are slammin'."
"No, Jayd, all that new stuff is for y'all youngsters. Just get me the kind in the yellow bag — plain."
"All right, but when I come back with my bag don't say nothing."
"Whatever, Jayd. Oh, and can you bring some French's onion soup mix too?" my mom asks, still in the same position.
"So basically, you have nothing in the house to make what you want and you need me to get it, right?"
"Yes, girl. Thank you. I've been craving that all day but it's just too damn hot to be walking around. It was so hot in church today I thought I would have to drink the holy water."
"Mom, you are so silly. Where's the dollars?"
"You working. You can't afford some chips and dip — oh, and can you get me some ginger ale too? I have a little bit of an upset stomach."
"Dang, Mom, you gone take all my little tips."
"Come on, Jayd. I spent the last of my little cash filling up my tank. I'll pay you back when I get paid next week."
"OK, Mom. But, don't forget."
Although my mom can work a nerve, I wouldn't mind living like she does when I grow up. She's quite the independent woman. She has her own apartment, her own car, and takes care of herself, no man included. I mean, she dates or whatever, but she doesn't need a man to pay her bills. That's highly unusual for most of the women I know around here.
There are always women fighting over men, whether they're the girlfriends, baby-mamas or whatever. It's just so ghetto, and I'm glad my mother ain't like that. The one time my mother got into an argument with a baby-mama, she said what she had to say in a low, deep tone and then simply walked away from the female, and the dude too. No loud talking, shoe throwing, or hair pulling. It's just not her style. Besides, my mom is pretty fly, and there are always more men. Always. A walk will give me some time to think.
My mom lives on a small street where houses are extremely rare. Apartment buildings have taken their place, but it seems there's at least one family on every block that refuses to sell their home and is still sticking it out.
It's Labor Day weekend, and people are hangin' out all over the place, barbecuing, drinking, smoking, and whatever else they feel like doing. I'm nervous about school starting on Tuesday, especially with this KJ mess still so fresh. It's already nerve-racking just going back to school with new teachers, new clothes, and all. Not to mention the fact that my nemesis, Misty, is on my last nerve. Now this.
"Hey, shorty. I wish I was a pocket on them shorts you wearing," this brotha says as I walk past. He and his homies are hangin' out on the steps of their apartment. I see them every time I come to the store and they always have something to say.
"I just want to be one of them flip-flops on her feet, a sleeve on her shirt, something. Can a brotha holla or what?"
Usually I wouldn't respond and they're used to me doing just that. But today I was fired up and needed to take it out on someone, and this dude will have to do.
I stop and turn on them. "When I walk by here, do I ever speak to y'all?" I ask, shocking the hell out of all of them.
"Well, do I?" I repeat again because they obviously didn't hear me or maybe they just don't know what to say.
"Never mind. The answer is and will always be 'hell no.' So, stop asking."
As I cross the street, leaving them dudes dumbfounded, I walk up the five steps that lead to "The Right Stop" liquor store, thinking about my list of munchies and my impending school drama, when I hear this loud noise from my left. It sounds like a big engine gunning. I turn around and this gray Regal pulls up from out of nowhere it seems. Two dudes in all black jump out and blast the same dude who just tried to holla at me.
"Jayd!" screams Mrs. Ngyuen, the store owner. She grabs my arm, pulls me inside the door, and turns the two huge steel locks.
The gunfire is loud. I'm barely aware of all the screaming inside and outside Mrs. Ngyuen's store.
When the gunfire stops, we hear tires screeching off and nothing else. Something overcomes me.
"Mrs. Ngyuen, open the door. I got to go see if that brotha is OK."
"Jayd, are you crazy? Your mother would have my butt in sling if I let you out. Stay down until police get here," she says in slightly broken English. She and her husband have owned this store for five years now and have seen their fair share of violence, so she knows what to do, but still I persist.
Excerpted from Drama High, Vol. 1 by L. Divine. Copyright © 2006 L. Divine. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP..
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Table of Contents
ContentsAlso by L. Divine,
1 - The Breakup,
2 - Home,
3 - From Hood to Hood,
4 - The First Day Back,
5 - The Cliques,
6 - The Drama Begins,
7 - Let Me Know,
8 - Women's Work,
9 - Games,
10 - Sistah Drama,
11 - Cookies and Cheddar,
12 - Déjà vu and Other Strange Things,
13 - Fire Child,
14 - What to Do,
15 - Wisdom Biscuits,
16 - Misunderstandings and Half Truths,
17 - The Fight,
A Reading Group Guide,
Start Your Own Book Club,
Getting to Know L. Divine,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The book has a very interesting and supposedly interesting concept but with a lot of cons that drags it near rock bottom. I had to literally force myself to read through one-hundred and sixty-three pages and I couldn't even do that without taking a day's long break after each chapter. It's a shame too because I REALLY wanted to like this story. There are little to no black teen stories that revolves around positive role models.
The story is told from the point-of-view of Jayd and I must admit she's a very well-written characters(in terms of being character that young black teens can idolize). She's a virgin and she doesn't let any man of hers control or ruin her life(which is much less than I can say for majority of today's literature). She's not perfect but she's trying her best to shake her past and the person she once was to be a better person. She's intelligent, humorous, insightful, and helpful. And, while I'm glad the story is told in her POV, I wish there were other characters that we can follow at some points. Jayd hangs with two very funny and eccentric girls that I would have liked to learn more about. Through the book we're also introduced to Jayd's crowded homelife. We meet her very traditional, spiritual grandmother and a bunch of uncles and cousins.
While Jayd sounds like the saving grace of the book, the pacing nearly ruins it to almost-unforgivable status. The plot of the book is about Jayd anticipating a scheduled fight with her ex-boyfriend's, KJ, new girlfriend. She battles her inner-demons as she's trying not to be the feisty girl who she was in the past and while it sounds entertaining in theory you should know that it's not nearly enough to fill in 163 pages without the occasional filler chapter. And boy does this book comes with fillers! Most of which were hardly entertaining at all.
Another problem I had with the book was little to no emotional drawback. (SPOILER ALERT!)In the beginning of the story Jayd witnesses a young teen, no older than her, get murdered right before her eyes. She tries to help the guy but he unfortunately dies right in her arms. And instead of setting up an emotional path for Jayd to follow, she nearly shrugs it off and goes home. The entire event was just irrelevant and useless to the story and was never even mentioned throughout the rest of the story. I suppose it was thrown in there to set up the typical it's-a-hard-knocked-life-for-us setting that urban books usually have.
Overall, the book is draggy and boring for majority of it but I'm an optimistic and I feel like the series can't get any worst. Eventually, I'll get the second book and give it a quick run-through before officially dropping the series completely.
I read this book in one day and I must say It was GREAT! They really should make this book series as a tv show like Gossip Girl.
4A I thought that this book had alot of detail. The author really descibes the culture of Jayds family. I really liked the how she made one character changed completly, to keep the story moving.There wasnt one thing that I didnt like about this book. I did'nt think that the character Misty had a very important part in the book, but I was very wrong. Just a little imput from her character would change the story. This book kept me itching for more, I loved it.
This is an excellent story for all high schoolers who are going through 'drama themselves'. This girl has spunk, beauty, and brains. Though it wasn't easy getting there. All teenagers should read this book.
I have read all of the Drama High books.L.Divine is a great author,I can't wait for Frenemies. I recommend this book especially for African American teens.
This book was a great book. I could not put the book down. I read all of them in 1 week. And im reall not a reader. They need to hury up with frenemies.
I really LOVED this book. Jayd is so easy to relate to and it's a quick and easy read!
This book was so good i finished it all in one day. Now i'm almost finished with the second one about to start on the third!!!!
OMG! It was excellente! this book had me under my night stand @ 12:23 in the mornin' (no joke!) suckin' in all the juicy details. I luv the way Jayd stood up the way she did and never took any mess. This book shows u how grimy and evil people may be even the ones u THINK are ur friends
This book is very surprising and hot. I really thought this book was good and I can't read the others.
I loved this book because it brought up a lot of things that teens go through every day. I can't wait until the next book comes up.
Jayd, an African-American girl at a snooty, mostly-white school, just wants a drama-free junior year. Naturally, the year is anything but that! She tangles with her former bff, Trecee, and struggles to get over her crush on KJ (who dumped her for Trecee). Feather-lite and PG-rated (except for language)the book succeeds at capturing black slang and culture and portraying Jayd, with all of her head-strong faults, as a woman of conviction and values.
This is a very good book.
This book is about a girl named Jayd Jackson. She goes to a a new school and of course with that comes a lot of drama. Mostly haters and people wanting to be like her. She used to go with this player named KJ but then he cheated so, they broke up. His new girl wants to fight Jayd because her ex friends is telling her that she wants him back. They end up almost get in a fight. Jayd starts to like this White Boy named Jeremy and they start to talk. I like this book because it talks about the drama that a lot of girls go through alot and how we worry about it, and don't consider out some things turn out.
I read half the series in junior high but girls did nt turn books in on time but i wanted to finish so here I am now starting over fresh out of high school lol
Dumb Retards Always Making Attention
The books are great!!! Its very hard to find any books for young African American teens to read that are actually "real". The author takes struggles that urban teens to relate to and doesn't sugar coat them. I'd recommend these books to any young African American female looking for something to relate to.
this is a great book i have series 3 already!
I think that you should not buy this book because it is very hard to follow.Also,it is a book with some stereotypes. For example, the cover makes it look like all of our young African American women fight and get into silly arguments about men.
This book was very good. I enjoyed reading it. I liked how the story was realateable.
it was a great book so addicted to it i'm going to read all 14 books
I noticed my friends reading this series so I decided to check it out. I was disappointed, it's not really a book that keeps you wanting to keep reading. I stick to the Kimani Tru series.