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MORGAN

As I made my way into the school building, while I was passing by,I could see something out of the corner my eye.

I backed up and peaked into the corner of the hallway.

Ms. Smith and Mr. Hamilton came into my view.

I took a closer look and realized that they were kissing.

What the fuck?

Not gonna lie, anger and disgust took over me and I didn't know why I was feeling the way I was.

If I hadn't known myself any better I would have thought I was jealous.

I was right all along, they were indeed fucking.

I quickly sprinted away before they could see me, and waited in class.

Minutes went by, and a lot of kids begin to pile inside.

Antonio came and sat next to me.

"So you'n fuck with a nigga? Is that it?" He asked.

"What are you talking about Tony?" I asked.

Tony was my new nickname for him.

"You literally ain't even text me back, like what I did?" He asked.

"Nothing, I had a lot going on so I never got a chance to check my dms." I replied, shrugging.

"Oh aight, my fault for assumin." He replied.

"You're good." I smiled.

A few moments went by and Ms. Smith came in with a wide ass smile on her face.

Dirty bitch.

I could feel my blood start to boil but I was gonna keep it together today.

"So about this project... you kno we gotta present right?" Antonio asked me.

"Yeah, I know." I nodded.

"Ms. Smith pulled me aside and said we could work together as long as we do the work. Imma do all the work and you gone do all the talkin, aight?" He asked.

"Oh hell no." I shook my head.

"You got me fucked up, ian boutta do both of that shii." Antonio replied.

"I'll just do half and half.. half of the work, and half of the presenting." I replied.

"Aight then, and you betta not fuck it up." He replied.

"Never... I got this." I responded.

"When she do that, though?" I asked.

"What, pull me aside?" He asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Ion kno, like yesterday when I was in da student parking lot boutta go home, then she gave me ha number." He explained.

What the fuck? Yea that's weird..

"What the fuck she need to give you her number for?" I asked in a whisper.

"Mane ion even kno." Antonio shrugged.

Zyaire walked in with his airpods and a hoodie on.

My stomach sunk in a bit at the sight of him.

Every time I would see his face, the events of everything that went down in the hotel replayed in my mind.

I quickly looked away.