"I told you I got you forever Tay," Duke says while slightly pulling away from me.
"Then stay."
"Forever bro, remember that," he points while walking out to the rain. I just watch as he goes, tears pouring from my eyes.
No way..
The dude who wante...
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It's the first day!
First damn day of sophomore college and I'm fucking late!
Literally how do you be late to college when you basically set your own damn schedule? I'll tell you how...
Fucking Mario.
That's how. Dude literally just finds a way to piss me off every chance he gets. Then to make matters worst this mother fucker is rolling a damn blunt at the god damn red light.
LIKE WHO DOES THIS SHIT?
"Youn gotta keep huffing and puffing bru you gone get to school, juss vibe," Mario licks the end of the wood, wrapping it up.
"Don't say shi to me mane," I huff, looking out the window. Maybe I am acting like a crybaby but I don't care. This is my first day at a new college and i'm just trying to have my shit together.
My attendance was never great during middle school and elementary because I kept getting kicked out or we ended up having to move. By the time high school came around I was way too smart so I just kind of went when I wanted to.
Luckily my mama be selling them houses so she basically paid my way through college because I wasn't getting no damn scholarships.
"Taylor we here," Mario puts the scat in park and continues puffing on his wood. "Why you looking at me like that?"
"You really piss me the fuck off," I say calmly but with a little aggressiveness showing in my voice.
"My bad Taylor damn," he hands me the blunt and I take it, inhaling a couple times. Being high on the first day probably isn't a good idea but who gives a fuck?
This is college.
I've always said I wanted to go to college just for the experience and after last year? I'm definitely sticking around for the experience because frankly, I could care less about the education part, my success can be achieved without it.
I'm excited to see what Atlanta is about though because this'll be my first year living in a state without my mama by my side. I decided to move out here because I wanted to transfer to GSU anyways and then Mario and I were long distance and since he already lived here it was only right I move.
"Alright put it out we gotta go," I reach in my purse grabbing some perfume. I spray myself and around in the car and even a little on Mario. Weed is still illegal and ion have time for that extra shit with the police.
They like to kill us blacks.
Mario and I get out the car, instantly locking hands before walking towards the campus doors. We already have our schedule and everything, I just have to find my dorm room. Mario has his own place and I would've stayed with him but we haven't even made a year yet, ian moving in with nobody.
Absolutely not.
He's a great person who has flaws of course, but I love him. We have a lot of fun together and I never have to worry about feeling unsafe with him because he's one of them. He got his own motion and he loves to trap, sometimes even rap too.
That man is full of surprises.
"Baby we got English Lit first right," Mario looks over at me with red eyes.
"Yes bru," I try to say showing I have a attitude but it comes out as a whisper. I wanted to slap myself because I know he heard that shit.
"You whispering?" he laughs.
"Bro i'm high," I laugh louder than him, "No way that shit kicked in that fast."
"Dats that pressure, I got it shipped from up North."
"That shi exotic but cmon, here go the class right here I think," I point to Room A102, while checking the schedule. "Yeah this us, I can't believe I got classes with you."
"Nigga we got one class together," he remarks.
"And lunch boy," I roll my eyes swinging the heavy door open. The professor eyes wander to ours and me being the confrontational person I am, I stare him down.
"Well look who decided to join us halfway through," The professor smiles, dropping the death stare. "I'm Professor Green, just sit wherever I was just going through the syllabus."
Mario and I make our way to an empty table and take a seat. I feel like everybody staring but I'm so high I don't even care. "Bae I'm hungry," Mario whispers to me.
I take some chips out my backpack and hand em to him. "Damn child," I mumble under my breath.
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I make my way to the only other class I have today after lunch. I'm really amazed at how nice this campus is. Everyone seems to have something going too which is good to see.
Truth be told I haven't seen not one bum.
I can definitely see myself getting used to this HBCU.
I walk into Business Law more dramatically than I planned because within seconds all eyes were on me. Damn did this class start already?
"And you are?" the woman at the desk asks, Im assuming she's the professor but she looks too young.
"The one and only," I smile getting a couple smiles and laughs across the room.
"Your name please?" the woman demands and I give it to her. "Take a seat at the computer next to Mr. Dennis."
Gah Damn !
I walk over to the fine chocolate thing sitting at the computer, taking my seat next to him. I keep trying to lock it in my head that I have a boyfriend but if they looking like this then shit I should've came single.
"Damn mama you just gone stare at me."
This nigga talking to me?
"Who?"
"You, who else?" he smirks, showing off his mouth full of diamonds that I must've missed.
Real diamonds too.
But hell nah, he got me fucked up the fuck. Trynna say somebody was staring at him like I don't have a man, "Nobody was staring at you the fuck," I roll my neck.
"On my life you was shorty, don't cap. It's alright," he smirks again, this time I'm not laughing.
I'm not.
"Ugly ass," I mumble before turning to fully face my own computer screen.
"I'm so ugly but you was staring?"
"Pls," I almost choke on his arrogance. I was staring but damn nigga you not about to play me like you wasn't staring back at my ass.
"It's okay, I already know you gone want me," he shrugs, turning to face his computer. "It's cool though, I want you too."
"I gotta nigga."
"Yeah fashoo," he nods as if we both have an understanding even though we don't.
