Scandal

4-No More Drama

Diamonds by Rihanna was blasting from my phone.

Who the hell is calling me?

I didn't even bother looking at my phone, I just looked over at Idris cable box.

4 in the morning!

Then I remember I set my mother to that ringtone.My mother always calling me before I have any classes.

I picked up my phone from off the nightstand.

Sorry Mom.Voicemail.

My mother always bothering me. She always wanna know what I'm doing since I'm not living with her and now she knows that Idris was a ex thug , she stay checking up on me.

I snuggled up into his chest and admire his beautiful face. He had the most perfect lips.

"Baby, I love you." I said.

'Shine bright like a diamond.'

Oh my god Mom can you stop.

Voicemail

I placed my phone back on the nightstand and paid attention to Idris. I know he heard my phone going off. Bet he's a awake. I slowly kiss his plush lips then down his neck.

Nothing.

"I know you heard my phone going off." I slap his bare chest.

His lips transformed into a smile." I was liking your kisses." he open his eyes and sat up. He grab his pillow and slam it right in my face and in minutes we were having a pillow fight.

I couldn't stop laughing. I was really in love with Idris, I like how fun he can get. Few minutes , he gave up." Okay." He laughed."You win."

"Aw, I won?" I smiled at him holding my pillow to my chest.

"Yeah, I let you win this time." I rolled my eyes to what he said."You got it dude."

"I'm daddy right?"

Idris pressed is back into the head board and I straddled him and put my arms around his shoulders.

"Yeah, you can be daddy."

"No I am daddy."

"Okay, you're daddy." He kissed me and ran his fingertips softly down my back.

3 hours later....

"Yo Skylar, you're going to be late for class." Idris got up and threw a TShirt shirt on. I scanned the cable box and it was already 6:45.Class starts actually at 7 I can't be late. I quickly got up and got ready.

From the moment I step into my newspaper and online journalism class, I know I was going to hate this class, especially my teacher.

He made us stand outside.

Taking attendance.

And yelling.

At boys.

"Hats and hood off and pull your pants way up, this college young man." He yelled at some of the boys. He had an African accents.

People was sucking their teeth and sighing. Meanwhile I'm trying to take my seat in the back.

Fail. He blocked my path.

I didn't realize he stopped me until my mouth stretched open into a yawn.

Damn.

"No yawning or feeling tired in my class. Always come here ready for work. Go to bed at night."