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Method Man as Marcel Williamson
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Method Man as Marcel Williamson
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"Aaliyah, please! I'm not going anywhere tonight, but home. I just finished my last class and I need to get home to relax. I'm exhausted."
Cherish spoke into the phone while still sitting at her desk in her large classroom. It was Thursday afternoon and the young lady was exhausted from her first week of school.
Miss Cherish Valentine was one of two College Algebra professors at Los Angeles City College in Los Angeles, California. Even at the young age of 25, the woman knew she loved numbers and loved helping others understand them so she knew this was definitely a dream job for her.
"Fine. I'll just meet you at your place with wine. You had any fine niggas in your classes?"
Her best friend/sister asked and Cherish couldn't do anything but shake her head. It was obvious who was the insane one out of the duo, but Cherish wouldn't trade her for the world. The woman was with her at her lowest point when her parents were killed by a drunk driver and she was alone at the age of ten. Aaliyah's parents took her in since her family was back in Ghana so they were basically sisters.
"Girl, I wasn't paying attention to these little children."
Laughing into the phone, Cherish stood up and began packing her things as she heard a knock at her door of her classroom.
"Hold on, sis...You can come in!"
She yelled to the other person on the side of the door.
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Cherish's POV
The double doors to my classroom opened and the most handsome man in the world walked in with a bookbag hanging off his shoulder. The male looked familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint where I knew him from so I was very curious as to why he was here.
