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In the heart of North Philadelphia, 17-year-old Azalea and 16-year-old Aniyah start as enemies but find themselves caught in a whirlwind romance that neither expected.
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The crisp morning air hit Aniyah as she raced through North Philly, her excitement bubbling over. She was on her way to the diner to meet Azalea before school, and you know she had to be looking beautiful. She pulled on her black skirt and fitted black tube top, then zipped up her black Lulu Lemon BBL jacket just enough to show off her curves. Her red knee-length braids bounced as she stepped out, her black and gold Tory Burch sandals clacking against the sidewalk.
When she pushed through the diner doors, the familiar scent of greasy bacon and eggs wrapped around her like a warm hug. The place was packed with familiar faces, all trying to get their morning fill before heading to school. She spotted Azalea at their usual booth, looking too cool in black sweats, a black compression shirt that hugged her figure, and black New Balances with teal braces that popped.
"Mama's, who you tryna lookin good for?" Azalea laughed as she beamed at Aniyah as she slid into the booth.
"Thanks, you know I had to come correct," Aniyah replied, feeling the warmth of their friendship.
Their waitress, Miss Pat, a sassy older woman who knew all the kids by name, dropped off their food with a knowing smile. "Don't be makin' a mess now, ya hear?"
As they dug into their bacon, egg, and pancakes with a milkshake on the side. "Did you see how Zayshawn tryna get at Ki'niya yesterday? That boy is a straight dickhead," Aniyah said, shaking her head.
"Right! Like, he was wrong for that, Ain't nobody falling for that weak line," Azalea laughed, and they both cackled, their voices filling the diner.
"Exactly! I told him he was drawn!" Aniyah exclaimed, and the laughter echoed through the space, drawing glances from the other tables.
Sitting on Azalea's lap in Mr. Brown's science class was the highlight of Aniyah's day. She felt safe there, her back against Azalea's chest, legs swinging casually as Mr. Brown, a tall, black man with an intimidating presence, lectured the class.
"Alright, class, let's get it poppin' with some photosynthesis!" Mr. Brown called out, his voice booming.
Aniyah glanced at Azalea, who raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on her lips.
"Mr. Brown, what you know about photosynthesis? You out here acting like we ain't the future scientists," Aniyah shot back, her confidence rising.
"Since you're so comfortable, Aniyah, why don't you enlighten us?" he said, a slight grin forming on his face, knowing she was ready to go off.
"Yo, photosynthesis is how plants be turning sunlight into energy, right? They be like, 'give me that sun,' and boom-oxygen!" Aniyah explained, her voice full of sass, and the whole class erupted with laughter.
"Now, that's the energy we need!" Mr. Brown chuckled, and the room filled with cheers and shouts of "Ouuu!"
"See, that's how you teach!" Aniyah said, leaning back against Azalea, who playfully squeezed her waist.
The moment I walked into the cafeteria at Simon Gratz High, the buzz was unreal. I could still feel the adrenaline from putting Mr. Brown in his place. "Yo, you really put that man in his place!" Korina exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Had to show him I ain't one to play with," I said, trying to play it cool, but inside, I was still riding the high of the moment.
As we made our way to the lunch line, I couldn't help but sneak glances at Azalea. She was laughing with Zayshawn and Jamaica, her smile lighting up the room. I wanted to be the reason for that smile.
"Annnniyah!" Jamica called, breaking my thoughts. "You good? You look like you just saw a ghost!"
"Yeah, just chillin," I replied, flipping my hair over my shoulder.
After we grabbed our food, I found a seat next to Azalea. "What's goin on Mama's?" she asked, her voice playful.
"Not much. Just thinking about how I showed Mr. Brown who run shit," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"You putting him in his place was the highlight of my day," Azalea laughed, and I couldn't help but join in.
The energy in the cafeteria was high, kids laughing and messing around. Zayshawn was attempting to dance again, and it was the most uncoordinated mess I'd ever seen.
"Yo, Zay, you don't know how to dance😹" I yelled, teasing him.
"Stop dickeating, get off of it" he said back, pretending to brush it off.
The bell rang, and I felt a rush of excitement. We headed to math class, and I sat down, heart racing at the thought of spending more time with Azalea.
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