𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒.

𝐕.

⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑
ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ

ɴᴀᴍɪʟ

A feeling of laziness and washed over the eighteen year old boy as his cheeks burned a bright pink color. He took a glance at his surroundings and sighed.

He would remove the blunt from his lips and make his way over to the sink and wash his hands. The male took a glance at himself in the mirror and sighed again. He had nothing but a pair of grey joggers that began sagging again a short moment after he pulled them up and a pair of socks.

The male looked tired and a bit out of breath at the moment. His curly hair was a bit sweated out. It was six in the morning and he wanted to be ready before Wes. Just like he always was.

Namil would turn on the shower and get in for about fifteen minutes before he got out and did the rest of his hygiene.

After that, he'd put on a plain black shirt and kept his grey joggers. He then made himself comfortable on his bed and fell asleep again.

But his sleep didn't last very long.

"Slump, get up nigga. We got class."

"Maldito, cállate," Namil grumbled in his native, his voice muffled into the pillow. He didn't move at all, he just listened as Wes moved around the room.

"Damn, what was you doing in here?" Wes exclaimed as he shut the bathroom door behind him. The dorm room reeked of weed, similar to the smell of a dead skunk. Even if the two were to get caught, they could always pin it on the science teachers for having students bring back "hands on" projects that made the halls reek.

"I lit a blunt and I got bored," Namil said, lifting his head up from the pillow a bit and squinting to avoid the bright light from the bathroom shining in his eyes before lying back down. The bathroom door opened again and the water that was running from the shower was louder than it was when it was closed.

"What you mean by 'you got bored'?"

Namil didn't say anything, he just laughed and opened his eyes, "nothing. I didn't do anything."

"Okay . . ."

It was now nine-thirty in the morning and Namil was staring at his paper, mindlessly writing answers in for his math test. The room spun as he felt his head slowly rocking back and forth as if he were about to fall asleep.

There were fifteen minutes of class left until he had to turn his paper in. A lot of people were already done. Even Wes finished before him. Namil was a little confident in himself, though he had a feeling what he was doing was horribly wrong.

The moment Namil felt his eyes closing, he could hear the teacher call time and his eyes snapped back open. When he looked down, he noticed that every question was done.

"Better than I've ever done." He mumbled as the teacher walked around, collecting the tests.

"How it go?" Wes whispered to him. Namil rubbed his eyes and looked at Wes as if he were a stranger. Obviously he was too high to comprehend anything properly.

"It uh . . . it went fine, I guess."

"You look like shit," Wes laughed, "you probably smoked too much earlier."

Namil didn't say anything back. His eyes darted over to Serenity, who eventually made eye contact with him and smiled at him. Heat began to rise in his face. He didn't even have to feel his face to know.

The bell rang and Wes quickly dragged Namil out of the class and back to their room. Namil was known to skip class so it wouldn't have been a surprise if he missed his next classes.

"Esperar, chill." Namil said, trying his best to look sober as he was pulled around by his friend. "I wanted to go talk to Serenity,"

"I'm getting you outta there so you can relax. Knowing you, you might say the wrong shit and she gone hate you for the rest of her life."

"Yeah, you right," Namil smiled.

"How do you even smile at stuff like this? It's like you wanna ruin somebody's life." Wes blinked. Namil still had a grin on his face as if he didn't hear a word Wes had said to him.

sᴇʀᴇɴɪᴛʏ

"All black or something chill? Like . . . like a pink or purple?" Serenity asked as she rummaged around in her closet.

"You wear black all the time," Marshell remarked, "maybe you should just switch it up for on—"

"You right. Black is good for tonight." Serenity interrupted as she pulled out a black spaghetti strap tank top and put it on. Marshell only sighed.

Marshell had on a tan Stüssy hoodie with a black and white waist trainer underneath and a pair of jeans and a pair of black Vans. Like Serenity, she had a set of beaded bracelets on her wrist but hers were black.

Once Serenity was done getting ready, she had on a black zip up hoodie with that black spaghetti strap tank top underneath and a pair of black cargos and some Rick Owens. Her hair was pinned up in a claw clip, leaving only the dyed part of her hair down.

"You look like you finna go rob a 7-eleven and suck dick after." Marshell commented before bursting into laughter at her own joke.

"You know what . . ." Serenity giggled before grabbing her small backpack purse and tucking her Airpods and phone inside.

"Aye, I'm not judging. You finally going out and having fun for once. You don't even like leaving your room."

"You don't either,"

Marshell was a bit stunned at the reply but she couldn't say her friend was wrong. The girl got up from her bed and made her way towards the door.

"Well, that's why we finna sneak to the boys dormitories and get it on," she smirked, "let's just keep playing hard to get while they chase us. Just like we talked about."

Serenity nodded, "don't fold, twin."

Marshell kept her smirk and scoffed, "I never fold. But you? I just know you wish you could go lay up wit whatever his name is."

"Namil."

"Yeah, Nimrod. Whatever."

"What the—okay, Marshell." Serenity blinked.

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 — 𝐂𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃
ᴀ sʟᴜᴍᴘ𝟼s sᴛᴏʀʏ.