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10

》Delvin Ross

Ma sister left yesterday, I'm a little upset but I'll get over it. But what I can't get over is that she bought me fashion designing classes without telling me.

I got a random call saying I missed a class and this bitch knew I would get it. That's why she ain't tell me.

Though I am grateful she got the classes for me, I can't be mad at that. I talked to her this morning on the phone, but now it's the last period of the day and I had practice after school.

I hate all ma fucking classes, but that ain't gone stop me from having good grades, regardless.

I see Ray in the back of the classroom and feel a lot better about being in here. I find my seat, a couple of seats away from him.

"Okay so todayyy, we finna finish up our one pager we started yesterday, due date is today! Get started." She put up directions on the board using the projector.

I grab my backpack and a chair and walk over to Ray's table. I sit it down and take a seat, watching him look back at me with bloodshot low eyes.

He smiles before covering his face with his hand making me mug him.

"What's so funny?" I side eye him.

He laughs and then reveals his face. "You just so..."

He stares at me, looking at my features.

"Nun' , I think I'm just too high right now." He smiled again.

"You always smiling 'n shit." I mumbled putting my arm on the table and resting my hand on it.

I can't see his outfit...

"Why you here?" He asked me pulling out his phone and setting it on the table.

"Why you not doing yo work?" I ignore him.

"Why you not doing yours?" He said back.

"Because I finished it already."

"Well ion wanna do mine." He laid back in his chair and spread his legs.

I just hummed and sat there. He being so boring today...

"So what did ma sister tell you that was so important she had to whisper in yo ear?" I tilted my head up a little.

He looked at me before looking at the teacher, then at me again. "Mind yo business." He said lowly.

I'm not even gonna pry on the topic anymore because ion care anyway.

I cross my arms in my seat and lean back. I'm bored ass shit and, not really surprising, hungry.

But getting food takes too long after I get out of practice. Half of the fast food places are closed, long lines, and me just wanting  to being able to have my food right when I'm out of practice because how tired I am.

"...is you being my sugar daddy still uh option?" I ask lowly, making him lift up his head from his phone.

He stared at me for a minute, deciding what to say next.

"Whatchu want?" He licked his lips. I smiled and thought for a second. Popeyes? Chipotle? Cane's? So much to choose from.

"After school can you buy me some Cane's?" I looked at him, "I'll pay you back." I add.

"It's okay I'll pay for it." He says slowly. This nigga is high as fuck.

"Thank youuu." I say. I wanna hug him, not in a weird way.