. My Spot .

[6-19]

"So what you wanna do?" Donyae asked "Get away from this damn school" I sighed and looked out the window

I felt a hand on my thigh, I peeled my eyes from the window to his hand then to his eyes.

"I've been meaning to ask, what's your relationship with Christian?" He asked "My teacher," I said, he scoffed "come on it has to be something more than that, the way he looked at you today, that wasn't the type of look you'd get from your teacher," He said

"I'm serious, I'm just his student and he's my teacher, that's all," I said "Don't get mixed up into his shit, Christian has some feud with a bunch of people," He said

I snorted, what are they doing? Going against each other? Christian tells me to avoid Donyae but Donyae is telling me to avoid Christian. I thought they were friends.

"I feel like I can't trust either of you," I said "Why is that?" He made eye contact with me once we pulled up to a red light

"You both have this competitive side, like I feel like there's a feud between the both of you," I said "Christian and I are very competitive but I always win" The light turned green, and he averted his eyes to the road.

I'm glad that he's responsible on the road.

"What do y'all even fight over?" I raised an eyebrow "Women" He said "Of course" I said

"He likes to manhandle women, meanwhile I like to spoil my girls" He squeezes my thigh

I mentally cringed at his actions. I liked to be spoiled and manhandled it just depends on their tactics

"How do you spoil them?" I asked "Some women are brats," He said, "So you baby your girls?" He nodded

I went silent. I'm a brat but don't baby me, punish me, scold me.

The car went silent until his phone went off. Christian is what it said. Christian Chavez was calling while I was in this car. What a coincidence.

"Yo" Donyae answered "We gotta talk" Christian's voice filled up the car "About?" Donyae's voice dropped

I don't think they're friends...

"you know what- am I on speaker?" Christian asked, Donyae sighed "You are"

"Having fun Ms. Brown?" Donyae quickly disconnected his phone from the cars BlueTooth and continued the call in his AirPods

"she's fine, she's safer with me than you," He said

What the fuck is going on?

"Donyae I'm bored, take me home," I said "we haven't even done anything yet," He said "exactly, I'd be more entertained if you just took me home"

His hand on the steering wheel tightened. What is he gonna do? hit me? I wish he would hit me, this nigga would be six feet under.

He ended the call with Christian and took his AirPods out "I'm sorry, what do you wanna do?"

"go home" I answered "You serious about that?" He asked "100% serious, Donyae," I said

"Ard Mila, I'll take you home but I'm taking you out Monday," He said "That's cute but I'm busy," I said, "with what?" He asked

I eyed him "None of your damn business"

He chuckled "I'll pick you up at 4, make sure to dress fancy"

"Says the one who dresses like a fucking hoodlum," I said "Don't worry, I'll be dressed well," he said "Mhm"
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"Hey, when did you get home?" Kori came out of her room wearing a pair of shorts and a Biggie Smalls shirt

"Just now, how was your time with your company?" I wiggled my eyebrows

"I'm not going to get into details but she's still sleeping," Kori said "Don't worry I'll be silent I got this Draft to finish anyways," I said "You're a peach" she blows a kiss at me before grabbing a water bottle from the fridge
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It's been precisely 3 days since I've turned in my draft and Christian still didn't say if I obtained my spot.

Not to be that person but I'm really good at what I do. I am proud of my first draft. These past days Christian hasn't paid me any attention. He may be a 'professional' but I would still like it if he just entertained me a little

I felt special to him, he only calls me Miss Brown, never by my first name. Christian Chavez is a coward, he started a game he couldn't finish.

"Mila, how do you think you did?" Carter asked "I think I did okay, I just wanna stop stressing over this assignment," I said

"Yeah I feel you but I could get yelled at by Mr. Chavez any day and I would have the best day ever," He said, I chuckled

"Scores have come out" Christian's voice rang through the room "I will personally hand your scoring sheet, you will look over it and see what you did wrong, starting tomorrow new students will be filling in spots"

I breathed out, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I was beyond nervous.

"Ms. Brown come see me"

I stood from my chair and walked up to his desk, he looked up from the paper on his desk

"Yes, Christian?" I asked "I expected more from you" He handed me my scoring sheet

C minus. A fucking C minus?!

"I don't understand," I said "Would you like for me to read it to you like you're a child, what's so hard to understand"

"Why are you getting an attitude with me" I fought back, I wasn't just gonna let him talk to me like that

"I don't like your tone, Ms. Brown," He said "I'm talking at the same tone as you, if you don't like it then maybe that's a problem for yourself," I said

He flared his nose. I couldn't give two shits if he was mad with me, I don't like disrespect.

"You got a C minus because your work wasn't nearly as good as the other students," He said "comparing me to other people? I'm one person, Christian" I argued

"It's Mr. Chavez to you" Now it was my turn to get angry

"You're sick in the head, you know that" I shouted "Sick or not you're out, pack your shit and go" He pointed to the door of the workshop

I took a deep breath in and stormed to my desk. I wasn't gonna take his shit. Christian, no, Mr. Chavez can kiss my ass before he ever gets to speak to me like that again.

"Mila..." Carter started but I just shook my head at him. With my bag hanging on my shoulder and my notebook in my hand, I left the class with the door slamming behind me
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A/n: heat heat heat