Team Rocket

Chapter 4

     I knew college was going to be hard, but I didn't think it was this difficult. A couple weeks passed since the first day of my classes and I swear the professors assign endless work. The only class I enjoyed was my designing class, since I'm going to school for an Art degree, and the class itself wasn't so bad.

     Samirah seems to be chillin because I've never seen her pick up a textbook, but she's always ahead of the class, answering the questions correctly, kind of like a teachers pet.

     "Whatchu doing?" A voice asked, their head leaning on my shoulders.

     "Get off of me," I groan, moving my shoulders quickly so her head looses balance on my shoulders.

     "Ow!" She exclaimed holding her mouth. "You made me bite my tongue," she said in a lisp.

     "Oh well!" I say flipping through my textbook, not paying no mind to what just happened.

     "Why are you being so rude?" She huffed, taking a seat on her bed and crossing her arms. One part of me felt bad for reacting the way I did, and the other part of me wanted to just finish up my work and fall asleep. But you can guess what part won.

     "Hey Samirah," I walked over to her and slowly sat right next to her on her bed.

     "Look," I started, fishing for an apology, but my stubbornness was getting the best of me, "umm, I'm, like I don't know why, well I do but," I stopped myself and took a couple breaths, calming myself down before saying, "I'm sorry for the way I reacted."

     "It's cool girl," she turned around to face me, shooting me a comforting smile. I smiled back at her. The tension in the air slowly faded, and we began chattering away like nothing happened. For the first time in a couple of weeks, I felt myself loosen up and I was able to temporarily forget about school and the stress that came with it.

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     "Damn Samirah thank you for that," I say genuinely. Honestly I was glad I got to take a break from school work. But now the unavoidable task was waiting to be complete.

     "Well, I better get back to the books." I say getting up from her bed.

     "No no no," she grabs my hand and pulls me back down, "take a break from school," I give her a glare, about to say something but she cuts in, "just for today!"

     "I don't know Sam-"

     "In fact, I'm going somewhere with a friend of mine and you're coming along too." She responds, leaving no room for arguing.

     "Who's this friend of yours?" I asked. She looked at me for a brief moment before looking away, her cheeks turning a bit red.

     "Samirah!" I gasp. Did she have a secret man I didn't know about? I smirk, wiggling my eyebrows up and down and she yells, "what?!"

     "Oh nothing," I answer in a sing-song voice.

     "It-it's not even like that girl don't tweak!"

     "Well I just witnessed your face reddening," her face got even redder, "you see what I'm talking bout?" I questioned. I'm not leaving this room until I figure out who her friend is.

     "You're just putting me on the spot, that's all," she cleared her throat and in an instant her skin color was back to normal.

      "So who is this little friend of yours, I want the deets A-S-A-P!" I began clapping my hands after each letter.

     "Whatever it ain't even a big deal, his name is Jordan."

     "Jordan huh," that name sounded familiar, "is he in our design class?"