Renee POV:
Daddy??? Lord he doesn't know what he does to me. All the thoughts that cross my mind on the daily, just because of him. I played it cool and removed his hands from my waist, "don't you have class"?
"Shit". He said picking up his coffee and rushing over to the door.
"And dont be late to my class either", I called after him.
"Trust me I won't", he winked.
Chris POV:
I pushed threw the crowd of people to my class. I should really skip first period I ain't feelings art right now. I finally made it across the building to Miss. Powell's class. I walked in and searched the class for Monica. She was sitting at her table looking threw her purse. I walked over to her and grabbed her hand and pulled her out her seat.
"Chris what are you doing"? She laughed.
"Umm the dean wanted to see you", I lied walking out the class with her.
"For what"?
The bell rung as we walked down the stairs to the second level of the school.
"This isn't the way to the office", she said letting go of my hand.
"Yea.....thought you wouldn't mind skipping with me".
"You pulled me out of class for that"?
"Yea", I said scratching my head.
"Christopher why didn't you just ask"?
"Ion know", I shrugged.
"Just come on", she said pulling me into the auditorium.
"What we doing in here"?
"I have to get something", she said leading me backstage. She opened up the door where all the props were kept. "You ready"? She smiled.
"Yea I guess", I said not knowing what the fuck she talking about.
"Okay, Okay sit down right here", she said pulling me down on a couch. She looked threw a box then pulled out her bookbag. "Close your eyes", she cheered.
I did what she said, It was a few minutes until she told me to open them. "What you got behind your back"?
"Guess", she cheesed.
"Well since you got all your clothes on then it can't be that....or it could be you bra or panties behind your back", I smirked.
She rolled her eyes and walked over and sat down next to me, "here",she said holding out a piece of paper.
I took it out her hand, "so what is it"? I asked reading over it.
"It's a application for the art school in Los Angeles you were talking about".
"Bruh how you get this"?
"My dad's cousin works there and I told him how you wanted to go there some day so he called him and he sent it over", she smiled.
"You know how hard it is to get one of these"?
"I know, you like it?"
"I love it, thanks Monica", I smiled hugging her.
"You're welcome", she blushed.
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Renee POV:
"So who was are first president again"? Chris asked.
"If you don't know that then you never gunna pass my class, plus get out my chair", I laughed sitting on my desk.
