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

Chapter 51

Capri Martin
one week later...
Creative writing was the only class that I was flopping right now. My grade was an 80 and pretty soon it was gonna turn into a 75. That was not scholarship material at all.

It's like I was good at writing but when it came to being creative and making up my own scenarios, my mind went completely blank. I couldn't write a story to save my life.

But let it be a song or a poem, I'm amazing at it. Weird, I know and I couldn't explain why even if I tried.

"Alright." The teacher spoke aloud.

Giving her my full attention along with the rest of the students, we waited for her to continue.

"Today's assignment is pretty simple. I'm giving you a light work load today." She announced.

As soon as she said that, the class started hollerin and cheering immaturely. As if we weren't gonna do any work at all.

"It's partner work and I already have your partners picked out. The two of you will come up with a children's book. It must include illustrations and have a minimum of 200 words." She explained.

Then the class went silent. People started sucking their teeth and complaining. I knew there was a catch. But I didn't care. Maybe the person they partnered me up with would help me raise my grade. As bad as it sounded, I could really use the help.

"I have the partner list posted on google classroom. Take a quick look on your phones. Don't over do it." She sighed.

Taking my phone out, I quickly checked google classroom and hoped I got someone good. Somebody that was gone help my poor self.

Skimming down the list, I found my name right next to Sam's. I inhaled a sharp breath, kind of dreading having to partner with her.

I haven't spoken to her in over a week. This was gonna be awkward as hell considering we weren't on good terms right now.

Within a few moments, everyone started shifting in their seats and finding their partners. And it seemed like Sam and I were the only ones who didn't move. It was like we were waiting to see if we would be mature about the situation.

Taking a deep breath, I figured I'd be the first one to make a move. Just so I could get this out of the way. But before I could even stand up, she'd already been taking the seat next to me.

"Hey..." She spoke.

"Hey." I smirked, trying to be nice.

"How are you?"

"I'm good. You?"

"Alright." She shrugged, opening up her books.

Opening up mine, I wrote my name on my paper then continued to work in silence. I'd written 'BRAINSTORM' right at the top of my paper.

"Girl!" Someone exclaimed from behind me.

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder so I turned around. It was a girl I barely spoke to but we had each other all over social media. It was weird like that.

"Hi." I smiled.

"Who's chain were you rockin on your story yesterday? Like that is a whole ass cuban link. You got moneyyyyyy." She chuckled, pulling up my story.

Which was really embarrassing for some reason. But I looked cute as fuck with it on. 

"It's my boyfriend's." I chuckled. "He lets me wear his chains and pretend they're mine."

"Damn you lucky as hell. Most my nigga lets me wear is his busted ass nike slides." She cackled, sitting back in her seat.

"I'm weak. I got his shorts on right now. And he got me this necklace with his name on it."