It's the summer before senior year and Kamari is already feeling the heat. His dilemma? He's the last virgin in his clique, and with his little brother Lorenzo freshly piping, the pressure has turned up to immeasurable heights. All eyes are on him a...
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The school day trudged on to the dismay of every single student within Phoebus' four walls..
Kamari found himself dozing off as Professor Griffin went over linear motions and momentum notes on the overhead projector. Luckily for him Science courses were the classes he could breeze through. It wasn't something he had to think too much about, a lot of it was common sense to him. Vick always got annoyed because he would want to cheat off Kamari, but Kam always said he didn't know the answers only to get passed back an 'A+' test. His answer? He took educated guesses.
"I know it's about the last week and yall not tryna hear this ole mumbo jumbo so I'll summarize for ya how's that?" He reasoned earning a few disinterested groans. "Good enough." He clasped his hands together and pointed to the cascade of bored teenagers. "Remember there's 2 types of linear motions: uniform linear motion, with constant velocity; and non-uniform linear motion—with variable velocity."
"Yawn where the bell at damn!" Vick blurted out gaining laughs from the other kids.
"Mr. Johnson I would think you'd want to spend your last few days as a junior outside of a detention hall."
"Oh come on PG you can't take a lil jokey joke now old man?" Vick smirked slanting over his desk to plant his chin over his entwined fingers.
"Boy I w—" The shriek of the school bell drowned out the rest of his threat. The kids gathered their belongings and burst thru the halls like wildfire.
"FREE AT LAST FREE AT LAST THANK GOD ALMIGHTY WE FREE AT LAST!" Victor sang shuffling to the classroom door before he was snatched by his lapel by Professor Griffin.
Subsequently, he was handed a pink detention slip..well Professor Griffin tried to hand it to him, but the young man wouldn't un-ball his fist to accept it.
"Take the slip Johnson." He breathed out struggling to unbend his fingers.
"If the glove don't fit...you must acquit." Vick spoke clutching his fingers tighter.
Kamari shook his head at the scene, a low laugh passing his lips. Slowly he took his time to collect his books, putting his worksheets in his sectioned off binder. He hated being stuck within the crowd of other students. All the commotion that came with the final bell was unnecessary in his opinion racing to be the first one out only to cause traffic jams. Them kids were some wild banshees if he ever seen any.
"You want me to wait bro?" Vick asked at the door gripping the small piece of the detention slip that was left.
In the midst of Kam telling him to "gone head." Vick cut him off.
