If I Ain't Got You

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It gets lonely in this business
Need a homie
Whose the realest
Someone who's gonna find out
All that I have to give
Who can bring me
What is missing
When I talk, she
Wanna listen
Sitting patient
Steading waiting
For the day when I can face it
The one that can love me for
Who I am and so much more
Is it you? You my bonnie?
Say that I, I found the one
I ain't gonna rest till I know fashoe, so
Baby please believe me when I tell you that
I need a girl
So come on pretty lady
Won't ya holla back
I need a girl
Imma tell you what I need
I need a girl that's gone be my baby
So if you love me, say I'm yo baby
So fine I go, that's my baby
So if you need me, say I'm your baby
: I Need A Girl by Trey Songz

                Kyren P.O.V.

             I held Layla's bag as I walked her to class. "You know you don't have to do this. I'm perfectly fine," she said. I rolled my eyes.

            "Layla shut up and just enjoy having someone waiting on you hand and foot," I replied.

            She didn't say anything else after that. We got to her class and we stopped at her desk. She leaned into me and I thought she was about to kiss me until I realized she was reaching for her bag.

            "No," I said pulling it back.

           "Why?" She whined.

           "Cause you can't carry it at all. Nurse rules not mine. Now where do you sit?" I asked going into Miss Robinson class. She pointed to a seat on the far side of her class. I gave the teacher her note and grabbed her hand guiding her to her seat.

            "Stop treating me like a baby," she said.

           "I would love to little girl, but its the nurse rules not mine," I said.

          "Little girl?" She asked.

          "I'll be back to get you for lunch. And Miss Robinson make sure she don't pick up her bag," I said. She rolled her eyes. Then I headed to Algebra 3.

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            "I'm sitting with my friends," she told.

          "We are too," Lil King said with Mel, Rock, Niya and Tre behind him. I had her food and bag, plus my food and bag. We followed her to a table where two other girls were sitting. One of them had braids in her hair with glasses and the other had long red hair with a nose ring.

           "Hey Layla," the one with the red hair said. Her voice was so soft.

          "Hey," everybody said sitting down.

         "What are y'all doing here?" The one with glasses asked.

         "And why are y'all following her?" Red hair asked.