He Plays It Like He's A Superstar★ (A Mindless Behavior Sequel) [UNEDITED]

Good Ones Go, Bad Ones Kill You Slow.

 last chapter before the final chapter! ♥ I'm nervous as hell to see your reactions at the end of the story. XD

 **Listen to Good Ones Go (Interlude) by Drake**

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  [Monologue #26]

  Hustle hard. Play hard. Go hard. Smile hard.

  It's the motto to the life I plan to live. Starting today, I'm doing me. I don't regret the past, but I'm fearing the future. I do what I gotta do and stay on the grind. — Hustle hard.

 I'm the competition and a target. I'm the warrior on the battlefield of no remorse. My head's in the game and it will remain until my grave is laying in rest on the grass. — Play hard.

 I'm in the zone now. Promise is no longer an option. You do or die or rest in peace. I'm in a place where I'm no longer hindered by my inhibitions. It's all over because it's an unforgiveable blackness I fail to escape. — Go hard.

 They try to keep me in a cage. The bars are steel and anger arises. But I kill them. With all 32 pearly whites, showing as the dimples plaster on my face. — Smile hard.

 I'll live up to this motto, but when you're heart's broken — Love soft.

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  {2 Weeks Later, Stardom Lights, Monday November 15th, 11:02 am}

  (Jas'marieé is in class, looking at her science test. Her mind is all over the place and she tries to focus herself)

 Jas'marieé: (takes a deep breath and exhales)(P.O.V.: Play hard. Go hard. Smile hard.)(begins writing answer after answer. She answer all 75 multiple choice questions and the short research essay, with no struggle. She hands in her paper and Mr. Stock, the science teacher, looked at her bewildered)

 Mr. Stock: You're done?

 Jas'marieé: (nods) Yes.

 Eva&Aeri: (cough) Slut.

 Mr. Stock: Eva and Aerielle, hand up your test papers.

 Eva: Mr. Stock, we didn't even finish yet!

 Mr. Stock: And how would you know that Aerielle's done?

 Eva: Ummm...

 Mr. Stock: Hand them up. (the girls give him their papers) And you're getting a referral.

 Aeri: WHAT?!

 Mr. Stock: Is that a question, Aerielle?

 Aeri: That's my third—

 Mr. Stock: Don't care.

 Aeri: Ughhh...

 Jas'marieé: (walks past Aerielle and Eva to her seat and mumbles to them) Bitches.

 Eva&Aeri: MR. STOCK! Didn't you just—

 Mr. Stock: Take a second. (points at the door)

 Aeri&Eva: (rolls eyes and gets up)

 Mr. Stock: Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya!

 Jas'marieé: (smiles to herself and mumbles) Life. Is. Good.

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  {Meanwhile, 11th Grade Science}

 (Prince is looking at his test blankly, not understanding any of the terms for the short research essay)