What Can Brown Do For You? || Chris Brown & Quincy Brown Fanfiction|| COMPLETED

Chapter Thirty Eight

Lena was actually dumb enough to go to the party last night. I had no clue what time she came in but all I knew it was 7:45 and I was ready to go to my 8:00 Journalism in practice Lecture. In all fairness I woke her up and she went back to bed so that's on her.

We were given a map of the school on orientation and I already gotten a tour. Some how I still ended up lost and had to ask numerous persons for directions. My watch was now saying 8:15, just great. I walked into the class taking a seat at the back trying not to draw too much attention to myself.

I instantly caught on to what he was talking about. He was giving an overview of the modules we had for the semesters. Each module was worth a specified number of credits, we had to take a combination of compulsory and optional modules, enabling us to cover key subject knowledge while developing our own interest.

Apparently we had to take modules worth a total of 120 credits at each level of the course. The number of optional modules taken depends on the number of compulsory modules at a given level, However, there was a chance to have more choice in later parts of the course.

He wasted no time pulling up his slides, explaining each as he went along. I listened keenly making jottings of important details he'd mention. Even though he said he was going to forward the slides to our emails writing it in how I understood helped me to retain.

"Hey, what happened before the slides" I heard someone whispered to me, I tucked some of the hair beside my ear realizing some guy was even more late than me.

"He was just going over somethings we would've already known about the modules and credits" I whispered back, "He's emailing this to us so don't sweat it"

"Thanks" He smiled, this boy looked awfully familiar but I just couldn't put my finger on where exactly I had seen him before.

Without any disruptions I continued listening as he went from talking about the different types of leads then ventured off. This course was actually interesting, I was a bit bummed at the end of it.

"Remember to register at turnitin.com with our class. The class ID is 13342100 and the password is profkent. Pick 5 stories from the given selection. Turn in a spreadsheet listing what you have read and summarizing your thoughts on the use of data. This is due on Thursday, have a good rest of the day" Professor Kent said as he began to pack up.

"Thursday, he's tripping" The guy mumbled as he pulled on his bag. I thought Thursday was quite adequate since that means I had two days to get it done it wasn't even a hard task.

"I mean it's the very first class" He scoffed

"This is ain't high school anymore lil boy" I laughed as he opened the door for us to leave.

"You look really familiar have we met before?" I stopped as I looked at him gazing at his features while I tried my best to recognize him or where I've seen him. It was hard though since he had a white thing over his nose as if it was broken, a cut over the eye, busted lip and couple bruises on his arms that looks like it was healing.

"Actually we have, your Breezy's girl I'm Cameron Peters I was your waiter at Destiny" He replied, it all came back now and Breezy, why on earth would they call Chris that and he was the first person I heard call him that. I couldn't help but to notice that this guy had to be beaten up really badly to look this way.

"Yea I am, why do you call him that?" I chuckled.

"It's kind of a nickname, he got it because he makes everything looks easy, easy breezy get it?"

"Make sense" Chris was literally good at everything. I don't think there's anything he can't do.

"I know it's none of my business, but what happened to your face?" I asked shooting him a  glance before I looked away.