if you see these men, RUN. || (DAVE EAST) (CHRIS BROWN)

Chapter 17

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Capri Martin
"Q are you listening?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

He seemingly snapped back into reality after I said something. Then he nodded his head. "Y-yeah. I'm listening."

"Cause it looks like you're just watching me talk." I chuckled.

For a good 45 minutes, I sat at my desk trying to explain stats to him but...he just wasn't getting it. It's not that he wasn't smart. He was good at comprehension and listening but...it's like he wouldn't stop fidgeting and zoning out. Or when I started talking for long periods of time, he'd just stare at me and give me that look...

That look he always gave me when I ran my mouth. And that was why I didn't like talking to him for too long because I'd get nervous and start stumbling over my words. Only thing to help that was to look away but Q insisted I look at him. I couldn't win here!

"No, no Pri. Continue."

"Okay so what's the answer to this right here?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"Um...Karl Marx." He answered, doodling on his homework.

I smacked my hand against my forehead and took a deep breath. "Q...we are literally in statistics right now. I give up."

Looking up from his paper, he took a deep breath and sat back in his seat.

"Alright, alright. My fault. But to be honest juice pouch...I ain't even have my motivation yet."

"What's your motivation?" I asked, furrowing my brows and backing away from him.

Reaching into his book bag, Q pulled out a little package that read 'backwoods.' I saw those all over Sam's room. Then he pulled out a tiny bag of weed and a lighter.

"I gotta smoke." He sighed.

I gasped, covering my mouth. "You can't do that in here! My parents will kill me! At least my mom would...they drug test me at the end of every month."

"...ya parents got rods up they asses don't they?"

"No- I mean...yeah. But don't say it like that. It's mean." I pouted, shrugging my shoulders.

"Look...remember I said if you become friends with me...you'd already be rebelling against them? Isn't that what you want?" He asked.

"Yeah...but I thought we were just classmates." I shrugged.

"Well you my friend now." He smirked, putting his things onto my desk.

I took a deep breath. I most definitely wanted to rebel against my parents...but was it worth it? And was Q the right person?

"It could be our lil exchange." He proposed. "I teach you everything I know about not caring...and you help me pass my classes."

Getting up from my chair and sitting on my bed, I sat Indian style and held my legs. Then I thought about what Q said. It seemed fair. But it made me wonder what I was getting into.

Then again, how was I supposed to live if I didn't take risks. I took the risk of letting this boy in my house, the risk of him coming into my room AND locking the door behind us. So it made me wonder what else I could do.

Fiddling with my fingers, I looked down at them. I took one final deep breath before giving Q my answer.

"Alright. Deal."

"Cool. Cool. So can I smoke in here?" He asked, looking me up and down. "It helps me relax and focus a lil bit more."

Nodding my head, I agreed to let Q smoke in my room. Just as long as he knew how to hide the smell.