born into a legacy he never asked for-his father, a feared and respected figure, and his mother, ever protective. As Kyree struggles to find his own path, he's torn between family expectations, old secrets, and the weight of the streets. With love b...
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Senior year. Same old shit. Honestly, I'm surprised I made it this far without dropping out. It ain't like school was hard or anything, but damn, it's boring as hell. The only thing keeping me pushing through is knowing senior year comes with some perks—leaving early, graduation, and prom.
I spotted Trey and Quin posted up by my locker. The second I got close, Quin grinned, nodding his head. "Ayy, Bryara trynna give me..." He tilted his head, while pointing to it signaling exactly what he meant without saying it.
I shook my head, chuckling. "Man, you wild." Bryara cool I guess but I wasn't gonna lie—she had a rep. I wouldn't straight up call her a bop, but she definitely got down with a few of the niggas around here. Some of my homies had already been there, if you catch my drift.
Trey clapped me on the back. "You ain't tryna hit that no more? you done with her?"
"Nah, I'm straight on that," I said, smirking. "She too messy, bro. I don't need that drama."
Quin laughed, shaking his head. "You used to be all over her, though."
"That was then. I'm good now," I said, brushing it off.
As we chilled by the lockers, I couldn't help but think about how senior year was supposed to be different. But here we were, still stuck in the same routines, with the same people, the same drama. Ain't nothing really changed. It's just more eyes on me now, more people expectin' shit.
That's how it always was when your pops got a rep like mine.
Trey tapped me, bringing me back to reality. "So, what's good with you and Naveah? I seen y'all walkin' last night."
I shrugged,"We cool."
"Cool?" Quin raised an eyebrow. "She don't seem just 'cool' to me, bro."
Trey smirked. "Bet she different from the rest of these girls, huh?"
"Man, y'all nosy as hell," I said, but inside, I knew they were kinda right. Naveah wasn't like Bryara or the other girls that came around. She wasn't on that same type of time.
But that just made everything more complicated. Especially when everyone, thought I was just like my pops—nothing but trouble.
I leaned against my locker, zoning out for a sec. Senior year. Let's see how this plays out.
"Lil Kee, you heard me?" Trey's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked over at him, a little dazed. "What you say?"
He smacked his lips, clearly annoyed. "I said, Naveah over there eyeing you with her homegirls."
I turned my head, and sure enough, there she was, posted up with her glasses on. I had to admit, I was surprised she actually took my advice. A small smile crept on my face as I made my way over to her, pushing all the noise around me to the back of my mind.
