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DANIELA CRUZ was walking to Tariq's dorm room, before heading off to Canonical Studies. She turned a corner and saw Tariq, who was also walking towards his dorm. She called out his name, causing him to look back at her.
"What up, ma?" Tariq greeted, and she blushed. "I was coming to get you. Where you coming from?" Daniela inquired. "I was, uh, at the police station." Tariq answered. "What? Why? Something happen with the business?" Daniela asked, panicking.
"Nah, nah, chill. It's nothing like that." Tariq told her and she sighed in relief. "So, then, why were you down there?" Daniela asked. "My grandma is in jail. She caught a DWI. So, I had to go and check on my little sister." Tariq told her, making her sigh.
"Damn, Tariq. I'm sorry. Are you okay?" Daniela sympathized, as she placed a hand on his shoulder, out of comfort.
"Yeah, uh, I'm good. I just wanna make sure that Yas is straight, you know?" Tariq said.
"Yeah, definitely." Daniela nodded her head.
Tariq and Daniela reached his dorm room, as he pulled out his keys. Tariq unlocked the door and opened it, revealing Brayden inside. Daniela walked into the dorm, as Tariq followed behind her.
"I don't wanna pledge Kappa! Fuck! Fine, Trace. I'll be there. Go get your gold fucking star from dad. Yeah, you're a fucking asshole. I gotta go." Brayden spatted into the phone.
Tariq walked over to his desk and Daniela sat on his bed, as Brayden hung up the phone.
"The fuck bro? Where the fuck were you, Tariq?" Brayden questioned. "I was taking care of family shit." Tariq answered. "What up, Dani?" Brayden greeted. "Hi, Brayden." Daniela responded.
"Did you move the product?" Tariq asked Brayden, intriguing Daniela. "Yeah, I moved it to my parent's garage uptown in my trunk." Brayden answered, as Daniela took a mental note. "What the fuck did you just tell me, B? What do you mean it's in your trunk?" Tariq spatted.
"Chill out, bro. That place is like more secure than the fucking White House. And what'd you expect me to do? I made a fucking executive decision." Brayden inquired.
"Listen, bro. My grandma she caught a DWI. I had to take care of some shit for my little sister, so, you know, I've been having a lot of important shit to deal with, bro." Tariq informed.
"I'm sorry, Riq." Brayden apologized.
"Look, I got a lot of shit going on, so ima need you to handle the product alone." Tariq stated, making Daniela light up. "You trust me to do that?" Brayden asked, smirking. "Yeah, of course." Tariq replied. "Be safe, aight?" Brayden spoke, dapping him up. "Yeah. You too." Tariq replied.
