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📍𝐀𝐓𝐋 — 𝟒:𝟓𝟗 𝐩𝐦 • 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 • ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ~ ᴛʜᴇᴄᴀʀ
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"So this what you texted for?" Déyah asked, eyeing me from the driver's seat as I settled into the passenger side, fresh out of basketball practice. "I thought you said it was for help."
"I do need help," I replied, smirking as I buckled up.
"Okay, what's the help then?" She eyed me suspiciously, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel like she was waiting for me to hit her with some bullshit.
"Mr. Garcia's history class," I explained. "He wants me to write that four-page paper y'all did last semester since I'm gonna need it for this one."
"Mhm." She nodded, giving me a side-eye. "Yo house or mine?"
"Mine's cool, so I can shower real quick and shit," I said as she started to pull off. "You hungry?"
She glanced over with a raised eyebrow. "You offering?"
I chuckled, "Yeah, I got you."
"Then yes, I'm hungry," she said with a satisfied smile.
"Chick-fil-A good?" I asked, checking my phone as I saw her nod.
