When her mother lands a job as a lawyer, Eminado a smart black girl who doesn't take shit from anybody is forced to leave her life behind and move to the suburbs
She becomes the district tutor and tutors athletes failing classes, although she has no...
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𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟 𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 Age: 18 Ethnicity: White American Sexuality: Gay Height: 5'11
𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 Unapologetic Dramatic Minor god complex Athletic
(I have used this photo before but let's act like I haven't:)
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"When was the last time you sucked a dick?"
I groaned internally before pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose and glancing up from my textbook, a shaky breath slipping past my lips in the process.
"Are you serious Justin?"
Turning to face him I raised a single brow
"When was the last time you performed oral sex?" I retorted crossing my arms over
I loved Justin to death, but he was more than a handful, he was the type of guy to impulsively go skinny dipping or spend a few hundred dollars on decretive pillows.
Also, he is extremely inappropriate, confidently he is one of the only people I know who can ask such idiotic questions in the middle of a library at 7:50 in the morning.
In all honesty, I have no clue why I hang around him, other than the fact he is my boyfriend we don't have much in common.
I spend most of my time here in the library, my personal sanctuary, or tutoring rich white boys who are convinced the world revolves around them and that they're better than everyone.
Delusional, but, their one of my main sources of income, so they can be borderline narcissistic as much as they want as long as they make sure daddy pays me my $250 every Friday.
How I got myself involved with these people is beyond me and how I ended up 'dating' one is a story on its own.
Never in a million years would I imagine myself dating a white claw drinking, country music listening, fake tan wearing, basketball-playing white boy from the suburbs.
"Last night, I gave a BJ to Carlson yesterday" Justin shrugged, he deadpanned his words to rub in how he got more action than me way more action than me.
As his girlfriend, this should bother me a lot more, but it doesn't because I'm not his actual girlfriend and Justin is a ragging homo, like one of the gayest men you will ever meet.
Our 'relationship' is very complex if you can even consider it one at all.
We hang out together despite my protest, occasionally we kiss, sleepover at each other's houses and I even get changed in front of him, he goes bra shopping for me all the time.
