Lessons || MJ

Lessons || Chapter 4

Author's Note: What do you think about Max and Leslie? Also, a warning, the inserted audio contains explicit language. On the other hand, Happy Holidays! In the name of Thanksgiving this year, I'm currently stuffed from food and even feeling tired, but not sleepy. Lol. But seriously, I love you guys! Enjoy this chapter! – Lavender-Violet.

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LESLIE

After finishing legitimate homework that afternoon, I snatched up my keys and headed out. Part of me needed to see The Kid again. Part of me wanted to keep a promise to Max. Part of me just to be alone for this ride altogether.

As I marched down the hallway of my dorm, my eyes looked over Yvonne laying on her perfectly made bed. I assumed that her own roommate had gone out to a party or something. Mine slipped on her Sorority jacket and jogged out for an event before I could even say hello or goodbye. Young. Eager.

Yvonne noticed my presence and slipped off the edge of her bed to greet me, A small grin reached her face as she moved footsteps toward me and stood in the doorway. I'd stopped tossing my keys up and down. My back straightened out of respectful habit.

"What's wrong?" my eyes narrowed. I quickly welcomed myself in and closed the door behind me. Yvonne hadn't noticed or minded.

"I'm still on edge." Vonnie looked around the room. "That Darryl kid's too much."

I closed the space between and looked around this time. My teeth soon clenched out of worry and growing rage. "What'd you do? I hope he doesn't know where you went."

"I saw him look at me when I zipped out of here to find you and Nelson at that precinct. Never been scared in my life, even if I am an attorney. Maybe we shouldn't sit with those guys at lunch anymore." I immediately noticed terror in the eyes of friend.

"No," I cautioned. "It's bad enough he already told the Dean about you leaving this place in a rush. Don't make him do it again by acting even more reclusive."

"You're guilty by association right now. Any relating with Nelson could have you killed." Yvonne started to walk around me. I never flinched.

Despite help from the witness protection program, no one found signs of Calvin. I hadn't explained my connection with The Kid to police, either. Regardless of any description, I sat in the hot seat no matter what. Fed up, I headed out and slammed the door behind me, chewing my bottom lip. Yvonne wouldn't even protest.

I tossed up my keys again and finally headed out to the parking lot, Bass of radios from different cars signaled the presence of football tailgate. In the distance, I noticed that a hooded but familiar figure waved both arms in the air. Over and over, Max called out my name. Gone was my previous feeling of dread.

Standing by an open trunk like everyone else, Darryl, Turk and Fredrick stood with folded arms to keep warm. Four portable chairs propped up nearby. Snack bags already ripped open on this white table not far away from the trunk. I rolled my eyes but grinned at the sound of LL Cool J rapping from their car stereo.

No rapper can rap quite like I can.
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand.
Not the last Mafioso. I'm a MC cop.
Make you say, "Go L.L. and do the wop..."

Max aimed to hug me this time and I honestly blushed in his arms. The leather cap returned straight to his head. When I finally pulled away, he draped his arm over my shoulder. But my eyes narrowed as soon as Darryl looked my way. His arms folded once more. His glare toward me almost stabbed.

I honestly didn't know what to think and kept Max around. Max soon pulled out an extra chair from the trunk and set right beside his. I rolled my eyes but once again. Before I could try moving the fifth chair away, Max plopped right beside me. His smile continued gleaming brighter than his dark complexion.

"You look exhausted." Max pointed out first. I almost scoffed.

"Well, I spent hours working on homework like a good girl." I chewed my bottom lip. Max raised a suggestive eyebrow. I knew he caught onto my words.

"That's good." Based on his short response, I knew Max wasn't exactly the best student. I wasn't perfect, though. Before long, I found myself gazing into his brown eyes. Brisk air and happy noise of students flowed around us.

The car keys rested in the safety of a purse on my shoulder. Max licked his lips dangerous while looking at me. Despite the chilled air, I now felt hot underneath my long-sleeved shirt and barely squirmed wearing jeans.

"Max, how old are you?" I asked, whispering. Max decided to scoot closer. The shadow of his favorite leather cap left me intoxicated somehow.

"22." he smiled, chewing his bottom lip again. "Why, Beautiful?"

"Because I'm too old for you." I admitted. His eyes popped across from me.

"Really?" Max gasped honestly. "I had no idea. Why'd you come over?"

"Transfer student." I mumbled with a nervous smile. "It's a long story, but I'll be here for a while. Don't worry." Max could only smile again. This time, he blushed. It was probably the most adorable I'd ever seen.

"Oh, I didn't mean to get personal or anything. Just curious, girl." Max reached into his own small bag of chips. Before I could even open my mouth, someone cleared his throat nearby. I looked over to find Darryl staring again. He never touched snack on our close table near the trunk. Turk and Fredrick rapped along to Slick Rick. Max and I just cracked the hell up.

Darryl continued scowling.

They did the job. Money came with ease.
But one couldn't stop. It's like he had a disease.
He robbed another and another. And a sista and her brotha.
Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover...