𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒.

𝐈𝐈.

⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑
ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ᴏғ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ
ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴅᴀʏ . . .

ɴᴀᴍɪʟ

"What the fuck—bro Wes, you know how to do this shit?" Namil asked as he stared at the stack of papers that consisted of a bunch of math problems. He was pretty good at math but he didn't know how to do Calculus.

"Just cheat. Ion know." Wes replied as he dried his dreads with a towel. The room heated up as he exited the bathroom.

"Well, I guess we finna fail, fuck it." Namil said, closing his binder and putting it back into his backpack.

"You just got here, what you mean you gone fail?" Wes asked as he sat down on his bed on his side of the room. Namil shrugged.

"Don't even know why I'm here. I just wanted to do it 'cus my mom is always like "well music won't get you far enough. It won't pay bills." I just took it into consideration." Namil explained. Wes furrowed his eyebrows.

"I mean . . . I guess it's cool that you considered college but you really didn't have to come. It was your choice." Wes said, "you don't sound too happy about it."

"I'm not." The curly haired boy mumbled.

"Man, quit sulking and shit. You making me even more depressed." Wes joked as he lit up a blunt and passed it to Namil after taking a long drag from it. "You seen them two females yesterday? One for you and one for me." He smiled.

"Ion know if I feel like looking at women today."

Wes sighed, "are you hungry?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Yo bro," Namil started as he ate the chicken strips that he got from Canes. "This shit so good, I could cry."

"Nah nigga you just fat."

"That "fat" goes down to my—nah lemme chill." He laughed before running his fingers through his curls. "Aye man, I feel a lot better now. I think I just needed to eat."

"Fat ass." Wes blinked.

"Now about them females. I was thinking about the one with the long hair. She mad pretty. All those bracelets too? A pretty dark skin girl wit style . . . that's what I like."

"Didn't you get weak in the knees for a light-"

"Shut up." Namil interrupted with a stern tone.

"You said don't speak on it? You got it." Wes said before he'd take a sip of his drink.

"Anyway, like I was saying—"

"You wanna talk to her?"

"Can you stop interrupting me? Damn." Namil went silent for a moment, "yeah, I wanna talk to her . . . but don't go running around looking for her and telling her I wanna fuck wit her."

"Shit, if I let you tell her you gone pussy out and let her run off wit somebody else." Wes said. Namil furrowed his eyebrows.

"Who pussy? I can pull her without even talking. But I bet you can't pull her friend without looking like a dummy." Namil smirked. Now he was challenging Wes.