Jar Of Hearts | O'shea Jackson Jr ♡

✨Chapter 43✨

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O'shea sat back and watched two people do their improv. Or try. "You two obviously don't know what improv is!" Processor Strange yelled.

The two students frowned. "Seats now!" Strange yelled. They ran back to their seats and instead of everyone laughing they held it back because Strange could be a real ass.

Strange looked at everyone and chewed on his bottom lip. "Mr. Jackson and Ms. Matteson... come up please." O'shea frowned a little then him and Zara stood up infront of the class.

"Now, improv!" Strange yelled locking his fingers together. "I want a divorce." O'shea started. "A divorce? What about the children?" Zara asked keeping the improv going.

"Those aren't my children,you cheated on me." "I did no such thing." "Then why do they look like my brother?" O'shea asked. The class gasped.

"Well you look like your brother." Zara folded her arms. "No,I look better." Zara laughed. "You calling my kids ugly?" She asked. "Yes I am." O'shea laughed.

"Well the joke is on you, because they aren't your brother's kids.. they're your father's." Everyone laughed and Professor Strange clapped and so did the students.

"Good job,and very good plot twist! I'm very impressed." O'shea and Zara took their seats. "Now who wants to go next?" Strange asked.

Meanwhile, "Do you have the notes?" Lyric looked up and sighed when she saw the same guy that was always asking her for something. A pencil, then paper, then the notes.

It was always something different everyday. "You don't have them?" She snapped. He raised a brow. "My bad." "Yea, your bad." Lyric rolled he eyes and went back to her laptop.

He licked his lips. "So obviously you aren't interested in me." She frowned. "Don't tell me you call that flirting." "No, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you." He smiled.

"I'm Marcus." He held his hand out. Lyric didn't bother to look at it. "And I have a boyfriend." She said hoping he'd leave her alone now. "So? We can be friends."

"I don't want any friends." She mumbled writing some definitions down. "Why not?" "Because I don't." "Why not?" Marcus repeated. Lyric cut her eyes at him. He just wouldn't stop.

He smiled because he knew he was getting on her nerves. "You're loving this aren't?" She asked tilting her head. Marcus shrugged. "Just a little." Lyric shook her head.

"I didn't get your name beautiful." "You don't need it." The whole class stood up signalling it was time to go.

Lyric gathered her things and Marcus looked at her paper that had her name on it. "A'lyric." He smiled. Lyric rolled her eyes and he followed her out the door like a lost puppy.

"It's this BlackLivesMatter meeting tonight at eight, you should come." Marcus said walking beside her. "Black Lives Matter?" Lyric asked. "Yea." He handed her a black and yellow card.

"Is it like the Black Panther Party?" She asked looking at the card. Marcus laughed. "Not really,it's an activist movement that's against violence and racism towards our people."

Lyric nodded slowly. "So is this what you do? You go around calling girls beautiful so they can go to your club?" She asked. Marcus chuckled nervously.

"Now you're nervous? You weren't nervous a couple minutes ago." "I don't do that often... I wasn't lying when I said you were beautiful." "Well thank you."