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𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"What's yo problem?" I asked Ty as we pulled outta his school parking lot.

He sighed dramatically crossing his arms.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Nothin."

I smacked my lips not believing his answer," bub what's wrong with you?"

Turning my head in his direction I could see the pouty look evident on his face.

"It's Desani," he mumbled.

I mentally prepared myself for a long story, "What he do?"

"He got his schedule changed so now we have the same gym and the same art class."

𝐋𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚.

I scrunched my face up confused, "Ok...that's why you mad?" I asked.  It ain't never that serious.

"No, I'm upset because my art teacher decided to make the both of us partners for an art project that's due at the end of the week."

"And when you think about it, I feel like she did that shit 'cause we the only niggas in that class," He mumbled.

I laughed, "boy just do the project and get the shit over with."

"You see that's what I was thinking, I care about my grades so I'm like lemme just get it over with. Ion like the nigga that much but still, in my head I'm thinking, Ty let's be mature, get this grade, and finish the project."

"Right, right," I spoke shaking my head signaling that I understood.

"So me and him are table partners as well, which means that he sits next ta me. And today he had his head down so I decided to tap him on his shoulder ta get his attention right?.." he paused.

"Mhm."

"I get no response."

"And it's like ok, maybe he didn't feel the tap or maybe he just don't wanna be bothered, and I get that. But this project affects my grade, not just his. And today the teacher gave us time to start working on it."

"So, after a while, I decided to speak up so I called his name right?"

"Right." I nodded

"Tell me how this nigga gon look up, look me dead in my face, turn his head to the other side, and then lay his head back down on the table. Basically mimicking me because I did the same thing to him."

𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝.

"Damnnn, so he basically saying that he don't know who the hell you talking to cause it can't be him." I instigated

"RIGHT! And that ain't even the worst part. His ass packed me today in gym while we were playing basketball."

I shook my head, "So he had it out for yo ass huh?"

"YESSS, and Mir when I tell you he slapped the shit outta my damn ball, I mean he slapped that ho hard too. I had ta leave the game after that, ain't no way in hell was he bout to embarrass me out on that basketball court. And me and him both KNOW his ass too big ta be doing that ta me." He spat.