Basquiat.

chapter eight.

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Masika

"Today we will be drawing portraits of our chosen partners. You will each sit across from each otha' and begin with a sketch, a draft, and eventually a final."

"This assignment will be due at the end of the week, so if you need time outside of class, you may collect materials here and continue with your partners on your own time," He continued.

"Any questions?"

"No," the classed muttered in unison.

"Great. Everyone get togetha' with your partners and grab your supplies from the front."

I was the only one in the class without a partner since Kai was out sick.

I grabbed my bag and rushed to the back of the room in hopes that no one would realize I was alone

The rest of the class was busy getting their supplies and partnering up, so I decided to go on my phone and pass time.

Text thread:

??: I can't seem to get you out of my mind. Have lunch with me?
Sent 12:15 a.m

Broderick.

Me : Broderick? You are quite the charmer young man. When were you planning on us meeting?
Sent 12:15 p.m

After realizing who it was, I saved his number immediately.

I'll admit it, I was being thirsty.

B.H 💘: It takes a VERY special woman to bring that side out of me, Masika.
Sent 12:16 p.m

B.H 💘 : Today, perhaps?
Sent 12:16 p.m

I contemplated on telling him the truth about my dad. He didn't allow me to go on dates, or anywhere for that matter with the exception of bible study.

You know what?

Fuck it.

Fuck him.

Me: I would love to, where did you have in mind?
Sent 12:18 p.m

B.H 💘: There's a new restaurant that just opened downtown near the park. I'd like to see you before I head back to London in a few days.
Sent 12:18 p.m