B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 48- Fake It Til U Make It

Zaiver

Argh!!

I was beyond frustrated, "I can't do this, Kyah." Swatting the papers in front of me away, I grasped at my head. "I might as well drop out while I'm at it."

We'd both been in the kitchen, each of us doing our own thing.

She'd been preparing dinner—well, if anything she was experimenting on a new recipe she found online, seeing as dinner had already been served.

I, on the other hand, was sitting at the island, stressing over homework.

Yes. Homework.

After the whole Mike-Mike ordeal, Kyah had spent the following weeks convincing to go to school and earn a degree.

"Kyah, you know damn well I ain't book smart.., shit sound like you trynna set a nigga up fa failure. Shoot, I barely made it through high school and you fucking know it."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She chucked a fry at me from across the living room. "Quit saying that." Chewing her food and swallowing she continued, "That's cause you was busy chasing hoes and whatever else... Did you forget that before you was out in the streets, we would both be doing homework together and shit?"

I slurped at my drink.

"Zai, just cause you gotta put a lil effort more effort than others don't mean you dumb—if I gotta stay up late nights to help you study and get your degree, on gahh, I will..."

And here we were, me struggling and her pulling an all nighter just to help a nigga study.

There she was, she knew nothing of the field I'd chosen to pursue and yet she did her all to help.

She'd printed out a packet and made me a homemade quiz—of course, the questions had been picked from previous exams I'd taken before.

Some were multiple choice while others required written answers/ solutions.

Choose something you actually gone see yourself doing twenty- thirty years from now, that won't feel like work, was the advice she'd given me.

I'd figured since I'd enjoyed Woodworking in high school, it was a good fit... Turned out, it required more effort than I'd thought possible.

"Zai," she said, tasting the batter to whatever she was mixing. "Ya problem is you get frustrated to easy. What would you do if you was in an exam room?"

Walking up behind me, gently she massaged my shoulders. "If you get stuck, either take a breath and think it over or skip it and go to the next. Now, stop stressing and finish this so I can grade it, you got this."

It felt good, so I leaned into her. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt her touch— alright that was a lie, but all the same, it'd been a minute and I needed to clear my mind.

Even if just for a few minutes.

Swirling around on my seat to face her I pulled her into my lap. "Zai, you got an exam coming up," she tried to reason.

"I know," I murmured against her slim neck. My mind was set. Lifting her up on the kitchen island, I set her down, already pulling at her leggings and panties down simultaneously.