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forty six - 12:12pm

He knew that he could and could not do this.

After the previous block dismissed the student so they transfer to their next period, most of them is either is scrolling in the halls and standing at every inch of the hall, conversing with their friends. He keeps forgetting what are the classes that either Justine or Bryson have, just like they sometime forget his, so he continue playing music on Beats while stashing his book and notebook tablet in his backpack from his locker for his upcoming class. He paused Born Sinner for a while to listen to What A Time To Be Alive for a little bit, starting with Jumpman. He's surely tired of that song, but it's whatever to prevent from listening to the scatter chatters of other people. Being so overwhelmed about a couple of things, he don't have the mood to talk with anyone, exceptional of his two best friends.

A random kid tried to compliment the white OVO Jordans that's giving life to Chresanto's attire of the day, but Chresanto wouldn't've noticed, thanks to him blocking out the world around him. Yesterday, he didn't have one of the best days, so today, he's striving it to be decent. So if someone ask, he would be really honest. The previous day of his consisted of having a random ass migraine, having his phone taken away by the assistant principal that he argued with him for a while, failing to ask his crush out to prom, finding out his grade is below an F in Calculus, and when he got his phone back, it slipped out of his grip and produced a very noticeable lengthy crack diagonally on the screen. He knew he could've put a reliable case on it, instead of this unprotected one that's has the Nike symbol he ordered recently. He knew that he could've got plenty hours of sleep.

Because when Chresanto don't have a lot of hours being in his slumber, it would result on having a shitty day. Last night, after Jacob kicked him to the curb, he spent an hour playing his console after tweeting what was on his mind, then went to sleep.

After Chresanto felt like he was ready to scroll to the hall across, he hangs his somewhat weighty leather backpack on his right shoulder, shuts the white metal locker, and twists the combination lock to the right numbers to lock it. When he was ready to take off, he frantically jumps at the figure right in front of him.

He pulls out his phone from his pocket to pause his music and removes the headphones from his ears. "Fuck, Tiller," he growls and looks at his best friend in annoyance. "Some nigga already talkin' 'bout jumping me for my shoes and you wanna scare me like that?"

Bryson plasters on a smile as his lips is pursed inside and attempts to rotate Chresanto's body. Chresanto didn't had to look around on who Bryson wanted him to take a look at. Asking her to prom is still his goal, but if it wasn't so scared.

"I think I have a better way," Bryson starts off, having his rest arm resting around his friend's shoulder, as the both of them glaring over at the brown skin girl, who's digging for something in her locker. "Why you just don't eat her pussy? She'll go out with you then."

Chresanto turns his head at him and looks at Bryson as if he said the lamest shit ever, other than looking kinda exhausted. "That's the best plan ever," he answers sarcastically.

"Really?" Bryson furrows his eyebrow at him.

"No," Chres says bluntly.

"Just so you know, I kinda eavesdrop on what Mani told Justine earlier," Bryson informs. "Well, if it's consider eavesdropping because I was sitting with Justine."

"What did she say?" Chres was eager to know about this.

Before Bryson could answer his question, the warning bell clangs around, ringing up against their eardrums considering the fact they're standing under the bell. So Bryson removes his arm from Chresanto and start backing away, since his class is two doors down. Chresanto tilts his head, starts to look and feel slight vexatious toward Bryson for not even making the seconds to tell him about Normani.