"That's the last time I ever let your ass pick the movie we go see," Derrick complains, waiting patiently outside his girlfriend's front door.
Maya sucks her teeth, "That movie was good Derrick."
"No, that movie was a waste of $25," he shoots back, earning a harsh look from Maya before she manages to unlock the door, letting them both in.
"Fine," she sighs, immediately kicking off her heels. "Next time you can pick the movie."
"Good," Derrick smiles broadly, walking in the kitchen and pulling out a bottle of water. "Where's Kay?"
Maya shrugs nonchalantly, "Beats me." She lies easily, pulling her hair into a high ponytail. "Probably out shopping."
With Xavier, she thinks bitterly.
"So," Derrick starts, sauntering over to his leggy girlfriend. "We have the place to ourselves?"
Maya smirks up at the point guard, "I guess so."
"Hmmm," he looks up at the ceiling. "What on earth can we do to fill the time?"
"I'm glad you asked," Maya teases, grabbing his hand and leading him toward her room. She stops in front of the door and turns around to look up at him, "You ready for this Mr. Rose?"
"I don't know," Derrick bites his lip, playing with the hem of Maya's shirt. "Open up this door and let's find out."
She grins, "You asked for it." Turning back around, she slowly opens the door and steps to the side for Derrick to enter."
He stops in the middle of the doorway, "What the fuck Maya?!"
Her room is a mess. Clothes, fabrics, sketches, textbooks, folders, and much more are spread all over the place. It soon becomes clear to Derrick that she was in the middle of studying/working when he surprised her with tickets to a movie she had been dying to see.
"You said you were willing to help," she says, clearly not willing to let him back out.
"No," he shakes his head. "I said 'Let's find out'."
"Exactly," she nods in agreement. "Now let's find out how good you are with Human Anatomy & Physiology."
"I want your anatomy," Derrick practically whines earning an exasperated sigh from his girlfriend.
"Finals are coming up Derrick and aside from my study session tonight with Kay, I need all the help I can get." She explains, walking over to her closet, clearly looking around for something.
"But-"
"Less talking. More working." She 'sings.' "Can you look on my desk for my notebook?"
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Never Let Me Go
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