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I was in my second class with a headache.
Yesterday me and Bey celebrated her birthday because we couldn't do it on her actual birthday.
She fucked me so good, I keep getting flash backs. We also smoked and drunk a lot so I had a migraine.
"Okay. What is the definition of love" I asked. I looked around and no one raised their hand.
I looked at at them. Since nobody wants to answer imma just pick.
To make it fair I turned around and closed my eyes. I counted to five before turning back around and opening my eyes.
My eyes met with Harmony. A black girl who is very quiet and texting on her phone.
"Harmony" I called out. She looked up and at me. She put her phone down and sat back in her seat.
"Explain to me what love is to you" I said.
"I think love is complicated. It's hard to understand. It can be a feeling, emotion and or a action. You have to know exactly what you mean when you say the word love. That's why it's hard for most people to say they love someone because they don't know the real meaning. But I think its when someone is welling to go out their way to make sure your comfortable and make sure you have everything you need." She said.
"Thank you. I know it's only the second week of school but y'all is going to do a pop quiz. It's just to see what topics we need to go over" I said handing them out. "you have until the end of the class" I said. I got to Miracle desk and she looked up at me.
I looked at her and she had bags under her eyes. I squinted my eyes at her and moved on.
"If y'all want me to grade them make a note somewhere on the quiz." I said and went to sit back at my desk.
I looked up and watched Miracle. Her hair was out and fluffy.
I studied her body language as she looked on edge.
Yesterday she went back home to get some things while we were partying. She didn't come back to our house which is fine but she didn't text us back either.
I was staring a little too long because she looked up and looked at me.
I tilted my head to the side silently questioning her. She shook her head saying it was nothing but didn't believe it.
I looked in her eyes - even though I'm far away - I could see the bags under her eyes and the way she looked tired.
I looked away and got on my phone. I was strolling on Instagram when bey texted me.
