"If you have no one else on this fucking earth you can't trust, just know that you can trust me with your life, you hear me? We can be on the opposite sides of the game and I'll always have your back!"
"Tariq, you're high and we're in the middle of...
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Tariq opened the door to a room in another dorm, all he told Rio was that this was a friend of his that he had met at Choate. She knew of his time there, especially with his friend Effie. But she knew it wasn't her so she assumed it had to be that white boy. They heard some sort of hip-hop music playing over the speakers when they walked in, the exact boy she thought of recording himself.
"Yo, so my friend's here, people." He said, and she assumed he was on live or something. "So I gotta go. Say hi, Riq." He said, angling the camera the boys' way, just then catching sight of the girl he had with him. Tariq scrunched his face together, taking off his coat. "Man, get that shit out my face." He hissed.
Brayden took his eyes off Rio after the boys' voice got him back into reality. "Riq's feeling camera shy, y'all. And he has a cute friend with him." He winked at the camera while Rio squinted her eyes at him. "I'll be back in the Bray-Den tomorrow. Stay thirsty my friends." He said before he ended his live.
After that, Tariq looked at him in surprise. "Bro, what the fuck are you doing at Stansfield?"
"I go here; everyone in my family goes here," Brayden told him. "Check this shit out." He said as he got up and took a folded piece of paper from his desk. He walked closer to them, opening it to show them the campus map. He then poked at the auditorium. The Weston Auditorium.
"Oh, shit," Tariq said, looking back up at him. "Your family built the auditorium?"
"And the swimming pool," Brayden said, glancing over at the girl. "My brother's a water pole dude." He stated. "He's a douchebag. But, listen, let's not talk about that shit. That's shits boring. Let's about her." He said, smirking as he pointed over at Rio. Rio pursed her lips into a small smile as she looked at him.
Tariq looked from Brayden to Rio, about to speak but the girl cut him off. "Hi, I'm Isora Goldstone. But you can call me Rio." She smiled, holding her hand out to him. Tariq furrowed his brows at her name, trying to put two and two together. Brayden took her hand, his smirk enlarging when she spoke to him. "Okay, Rio. Can I call you mine?" He flirted. Rio just chuckled, taking her hand away from his.
He then tilted his head, looking at her. "Goldstone as in Goldstone library here on campus?" He asked. The girl folded her arms as she awkwardly nodded. Tariq side-eyed the girl. Rio glanced at him, knowing she had forgotten a vital piece of information. But he didn't say anything. He didn't want it to be known that he didn't know in front of Brayden.
