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Chapter 3.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling completely out of it, head spinning and the weight of everything making me want to skip class. But I couldn't afford to slack off—being broke, gay, depressed, and struggling to figure things out, I didn't have much choice. I threw on an oversized T-shirt, some basketball shorts, and tied up my twists before grabbing my bag and heading out. Engineering class again fuck.

As I walked in, I spotted Jada with her friends, laughing and talking. When I passed, I heard her say, "Oh my god, she's so fine," followed by a few giggles from her friends. I tried to ignore it, but it stuck with me as I sat down, already feeling my eyelids getting heavy. Ms. Blake entered a moment later, her presence instantly quieting the room. She began lecturing, but honestly, most of it flew.

A tap on my shoulder pulled me out of my daze. I turned around to see Jada, biting her lip, looking at me with that same mischievous grin from yesterday.

"I was wondering if you wanted my number," she said, her voice low and flirtatious.

"Alright," I replied, trying to sound casual as I took out my phone. We exchanged numbers, and I turned back around. Just then, I caught Ms. Blake's eye from across the room. She was staring at me, her gaze steady and unreadable, and for a few seconds, we locked eyes. I immediately looked down, first of all I ain't no pussy with eye contact, so why now?

We started working on database privacy, trying to secure information in a way that half the class was struggling with. Ms. Blake made her rounds, checking on each of us. When she got to my desk, she leaned over, her thick locs hanging down as she looked at my screen.

"This is all wrong," she said, her voice low but firm. I could feel the cool, minty scent of her breath as she started pointing out the mistakes in my data entry.

"Alright, you just need to manipulate the data properly," she said, locking her eyes with mine. Her stare was intense, steady, and far too close for comfort.

"Yeah, my bad," I muttered, almost stammering.

With a quick nod, she moved back to the front of the room and continued her lesson on database management. Near the end, she announced, "By the way, students, next week, Tally Engineering Company has allowed us to visit their facility. This academic trip will help you contextualize the course material and observe real-world applications in the field. Be sure to prepare."

Finally, she dismissed us. I gathered my things, feeling both relieved.

Jada walked up to me. "So, what are you doing today?" she asked.

"I'm about to finish my architecture project. I'm busy today," I replied.

"Oh, alright," she said, looking a little disappointed.

"Mhm," I muttered, barely glancing her way.

Then she blurted out, "So, are we, like, a thing now?"

I couldn't believe it. Is this  bitch serious? "No, Jada," I said firmly. "We    fucked once; it's not happening again." I mentally rolled my eyes, but she wasn't done.

"We had sex!" she almost shouted, catching the attention of a couple of people passing by.

"You ever hear that saying about not putting your hands on every and any coochi?" I muttered, kissing my teeth before turning and walking back to the dorms. Halfway there, I accidentally bumped into Ms. Blake for the third time that week.

"Oh my God, Jada, just leave me alone," I mumbled under my breath as I reached down to help Ms. Blake up, noticing the heavy stack of books she was carrying.

"You need help with those?" I asked.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, handing me half of the books. I took them, thankful for the excuse to keep moving, but Jada kept talking, oblivious.

Sex and... and  fucking  are 2  different things. Sex is when there's, like, an emotional connection, you know? But fucking is just like you bust a nut and you move on with yo life.

I ignored her as Ms. Blake led me to her office. I set the books down on her desk, catching a glimpse of the red waistband of her Calvin Klein boxers as she stretched and adjusted her shirt. My eyes wandered for just a second at her lips, dark and two-toned, and then back at her dark siren eyes, scanning the ink on her skin...

"That'll be all," she said, looking at me expectantly.

"Oh, right. Sorry," I stammered, quickly turning toward the door.

When I finally got out of there, I wanted to scream. Deadass.

A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter. 

Thoughts?

What do y'all think of Ms. Blake?