Mystery Over History (Kelly Oubre fanfic)

Coffee

Cordell top left, Jayda top middle, Kyron top right, Kelly middle left, Cari dead center, Jordyn middle right, Jahlil bottom left, Star bottom middle, Bank/Chris bottom right
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Wordplay, turns into gun play

And gun play turns into pillow talk

And pillow talk turns into sweet dreams

Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning

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~ Cari ~

"I'm about to go see Cordell, you wanna come?" Jayda asked.

"No. Tell him I said hi," I said, not looking away from my tv and she sighed.

"Cari, you can't just stay balled up in here. All you do is go to class, come here and eat and go to sleep." she ranted, referring to the past week.

"College is about education, I don't need any distractions." I shrugged.

"He wasn't a distraction your whole first semester."

"Can you get my Star Wars shirt from his room?" I changed the subject.

"No but you can come get it yourself,"

I groaned cause literally half my shirts were either over there or dirty. I've been wearing hoodies or jackets with no shirts under. Or like I am now, wearing Kelly's shirt.

"You know you want tooo," Jayda sung in a high pitched voice.

"I'ma fuckin... snap my own neck," I mumbled, getting off my bed and checking myself in the sink mirror across from my room.

Star was a good roommate. She either wasn't here or was locked in her room, just the way we like.

I sighed, slipping on my jean jacket over this long, red nike shirt and put my red uggs on.

I folded the top of my Adidas sweatpants so they'd fit better as I followed Jayda out the dorm.

We walked around two floors until we reached the door and left as some guys came in.

We walked past fifty million people on the way to the ville, and Jayda knocked on the door.

Cordell smiled and gave her a kiss and gave me a hug.

"I'm not staying long," I told him and pretended to shoot hisself with his fingers.

I walked straight to his room and looked through the third drawer of his dresser.

I found some of my clothes and closed the drawer and I heard the bathroom door open.

Kelly walked out with a white towel around his waist and was using another one, roughly drying his hair.

I didn't say anything as he sat on the bed and I was about to leave.

"It's been a week and this is the first time you've seen me outside of class, and you ain't got nothing to say?" his voice stopped me.