" I MEAN, SHE'S SO PERFECT IN HER OWN LITTLE WORLD. WE BUILT THE FOUNDATION, EVERYTHING I WANT IN A GIRL. AND IT'S A MATTER OF TIME UNTIL HER LAST NAME MINE. YOU GOT POTENTIAL, BABY, JUST IMAGINE US COMBINED. "
a one-shot with dabaddestMFalive. ♡
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𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗬𝗡 sat with her face against the palm of her hand as she listened to her professor preach about body language. since she wanted to be a psychologist, she took courses that talked about behaviors, brain development, body language, mental states, and more. though most times it seemed as if she was bored due to her resting face, she actually found the classes very interesting and loved hearing her professors talk so passionately about the subject they were teaching.
Devyn's pencil gently tapped against her cheek as her eyes began to wander around the classroom, her gaze slowly landing on Jo-Vaughn while she watched him write in his notebook. she watched his dreads slightly sway with the movement of his wrist as she analyzed him from head to toe. he wore a black bandanna atop his head and four of his dreads - two on the left, two on the right - rested on the sides of his face as the rest were pulled back into a low bun, his tongue gently running over his lips while he wrote on his paper. his attire consisted of a black sweatshirt with black sweatpants to match and two earrings sat in his ears as his cologne gently tickled Devyn's nose even though she was in the row behind him.
to Devyn, Jo-Vaughn made the simplest outfits look good, and his matching sweatshirt and sweatpants were surely doing their job of making him more appealing to her. she didn't want to admit it because she felt as if it was embarrassing, but she had a crush on Jo-Vaughn, and luckily for her, she hid it well, so he didn't know and neither did any of the other students.
knowing how observant her professor was, however, she most likely figured it out by now.
grabbing her poetry notebook from her tote bag, Devyn gently sat it on her desk as she flipped through old poems and found an empty page, gripping her pencil while she lowered her hand down onto the page.
