Street Lights

Two|

Tavi in Multi.
Tavi
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"Class is dismissed." My teacher finally said and I wasted no time grabbing my books and heading to my locker.

I put them inside and shut it making my way downstairs to lunch.

I walked the front of the line so I wouldn't have to wait to get no food. I grabbed the tray with nachos and cheese and chips.

I typed my lunch code and walked over to the lunch table with the foot ball players and a few girls and took a seat.

"Wassup Tavi." Some dude said and I nodded at him.

"Nigga don't be talking to my girl." Devonte said and the guy smacked his teeth.

"Nigga I only said wassup." The guy said and Devonte flipped him the bird.

"Wassup Tavi." Devonte threw his arm over me.

"Since when am I your girl?" I scrunched up my face.

He smacked his teeth and looked down at me. "Whenever you stop playing."

"Yeah okay." I smirked letting him keep his arm where it's at.

Devonte was this light skin nigga I've known for a year. I have him in most of my classes and he just won't give up the idea that I'm his female.

Of course, I'm not. Relationships aren't for me. Niggas don't deserve my time of day.

Besides all that though, Devonte was one fine muthafucka. He was tall, at about 6'2. He had light brown eyes that went well with his complexion. He was muscular and built, with a beard and a whole bunch of tattoos.

Everything about him screamed thug, but that's how I like them. I ain't gon tell him that though.

"So wassup, how was your day and shit." He said making me laugh.

Although Devonte was a thug, he was a sweet heart for those he cared for. He never failed to put a smile on my face and make me laugh, which is why I admired him.

He had that hard demeanor when need be though. Don't get me wrong I love the sweet side of him, but it's something about when he's in charge and acting cold that makes my panties wet.

"It was okay. I got in trouble with Ebony yesterday though." I sighed telling him about my problems.

"Shawty almost broke my arm yesterday for calling her Ebony." He chuckled and I looked at the bruise she left from twisting his arm.

I tried to muffle my laugh but I couldn't help but let it out. She was so damn mean.

"Your fault. Everyone know not to call her by her name, because it's Mix to outsiders." I told him.

"I ain't know that though. Wassup with the nickname though?" He asked.

"Ebony's... different. Instead of staying away from all this shit, she always finds herself in the middle of the mix. That's how it's always been, when you're suppose to stay away she finds herself in the middle of the mix. So that's her nickname. And because she's the plug and gives you the mix so that too."

He nodded understanding. He opened his voice to say something but was cut off.

"Well well well, what's this?" A voice asked behind me. A voice I know all too familiar.

"What the fuck does it look like." I mugged her. That's a dumb ass question.

"Bitch don't get smart." She said.

I smirked. "Or what Draya? I already beat your once I can do it again."

Her face turned angry at the mention of me whooping her ass yesterday.