ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ ʀɪᴅɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
Y/n L/n is the new student at Red Crest High School. And her plans for the year is to be a normal student maybe join a few clubs make a few friends. And in general have a simple senior year.
That is u...
Dicing up a donkey ton of yellow, red, and green bell peppers I began to wonder if this is how my ancestors felt when they were working in the kitchen of the slave master. Cooking meals is so good but they would never get to eat.
Anyway, after cutting all the peppers into somewhat equal size I put them in a container and handed them over to one of my classmates who was tasked with making a soup for the investor's dinner this afternoon.
I mean technically me and her was tasked with the soup but she's doing all the stirring and cooking while I do all the prep.
Other kids were making bread, salads, assorted fruit and cheese platters, and making the main dish baked chicken. Victoria got assigned to that group I think it might've been racially motivated but at least the chicken will taste flavorful this year around.
Now that I was done with all the veggies (carrots celery onion and all those damn bell peppers) I was onto the meat. Because I'm a smart cookie and I like tasty food I actually started with the meat first and marinated it in tasty seasonings to give it that extra kick and now was time for me to cube it all up.
"Day is never finished." Oh god "Master got me working." AINT no fuck way "Someday Master set me free."
I looked up from my cutting board and saw Victoria in front of me holding a cup of ice. "These white people got us working it's as if they know we know we were made to make food good." I scoffed "And the worst part about this all is we aren't even gonna eat any of the food we make we're gonna have to serve it all and hope there are leftovers."
Psssh double homicide. "Well that's just how this school does stuff as long as I get my degree and scholarship to my choice of Ivy League I don't care." I resumed my cutting wanting to finish up so I could go on break and get out of this hot kitchen.
Hearing a stupidly loud crunch I sighed.
Finished with my two periods of cooking class I rested my head on the cold metal locker. It was so hot in that kitchen I was having major dick and ball boob sweat.
"Hey there BOOTSIE." Hearing Ariana's voice I slowly turned in her direction
She was dressed all beautifully as usual
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(Y'all already know I'm too lazy to describe outfits now)
"You look cute."
"Just cute not beautiful not sexy." I chuckled "Beautiful yes sexy never." Ariana gasped "I always look sexy." I got off my locker and pecked Ariana's lips. "You wish cutie." I open my locker and grab my history book.
