𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 slouched in class, her head resting on the table, occasionally catching bits of the conversations around her.
She pulled out her pencil and started doodling on the paper in front of her as she listened to the juicy conversation a group behind her was talking about.
"No, 'cause Veve let some boy crack after cheating on Khalil," Chance overheard and she widened her eyes.
The girl, Veve laughed while covering her mouth as they talked about her, "It be too much." Chance mumbled while shaking her head.
She was deep in thought, still listening to the conversation behind her, when she suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder. She looked up, startled, to see a dark-skin boy with dreads hanging in his face.
"Hi?" She said as a mug formed on her face, looking up at him.
"Wassup," He chuckled, showing his black braces, "Can you hand me my pencil?" He asked, pointing to the pencil under her desk.
As her eyes narrowed, focusing on the floor, she picked up the fallen pencil. She reached out, handing it to him, her touch briefly met by his as his fingers grazed over hers.
"'Preciate it," He mumbled and took a seat next to her, making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion but didn't ask any questions.
He took a moment to observe the girl in front of him, his gaze falling on her lips as he licked his own. He couldn't help but be intrigued by her silent demeanor.
"What's your name?" He asked, his voice filled with a mixture of curiosity and a hint of attraction.
She studied him, her eyes tracing his familiar features as he moved his dreads aside. A flicker of recognition passed over her face, but she couldn't quite place where she knew him from.
"Chance," she responded, her voice barely above a whisper. "And yours?"
"Markus," He answered, "how old are you?" He continued and she chuckled.
"Is this a interview or something?" She said jokingly, looking him up and down.
"Sum' like that," He replied, smiling at her, "Can I get yo' number?" He asked and she shook her head.
