Lyricz ' N ' Love • A Ice Cube Short Story [ COMPLETE ]

( 7 ) Who's she to you?

           

Midterm Madness

Lyric

I had my head buried inside one of my books. I was determined to keep my 3.56 GPA through this entire crunch studying before midterms.

Despite everything being stressful from school, I found O'shea and my homegirls to be my peace. It got to the point that O'shea could come over to the crib and hang with me and my girls like it were nothing and that's what I loved the most about him. He was accepted everywhere.

I felt good about how well I have been performing here at USC and my parents are loving it too. We can't say the same for Desiree though. Her GPA is a 2.2 and she barely attends class. She must of forgot that she signed off on the paper for our parents to have access to our grades and given consent for them to speak with our professors in regards to our performance.

Mommy and daddy got a legacy to uphold here at USC and they for damn sure not gonna let Desiree ruin it. She's been back and forth with Dre and some other kid, drinking and smoking and partying with the Frat boys.

Typical bullshit. However, her friend Niema seems to be kicking it with my girls and me more and Desiree can't seem to understand why she's been getting the cold shoulder from her.

I flipped through the pages as I snuggle into the Grey Champion sweatshirt that belongs to my baby. It smelled like his cologne and he told me to wear it so he'll always be with me whenever he wasn't around.

My hair was in bouncy curls that I let Mya style. One thing about her is a baby girl can work some curling irons and do some makeup. Sometimes I wonder why she didn't go to cosmetology school instead. And you know, MAC lipglass glossed my lips and I had a tint of Red Ruby Woo lipstick underneath it.

Thumbing through the pages still and overlooking the highlighted passages in my book, someone sat down across from me causing me to look up. I stared at this person as if they lost their mind.

"What Eric" I whispered, rolling my eyes at the presence of his face.

"Damn. That's no way to greet someone" he said as he looked me up and down. " You always gotta be so rude?"

"I'm studying. What do you want?"

Eric licked his lips as he tossed his white LA SOX hat onto the table. He sported fresh cornrows that made him look sexy but his insides were beyond trash. He sported a white Polo Ralph Lauren Button up with a blue horseman and a pair of Karl Kani Jeans and fresh Nikes.

"I wanna talk to you." He said as he slid my textbook from underneath my fresh manicured acrylic fingertips.

"Didn't I just tell you I was studying!" I said as I snatched my book back from him.