Final Goodbye

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Chapter 19: Final Goodbye.

|Aron Michaels|

"B." I mumbled as I shaded my final line on the green scantron and collected my things and walked over to my professor desk. I handed my test in and she smiled and exhaled, "I picked you. I picked you to be in my Advanced Criminal Law class next semester. You surprised me, Aron. You seem to have what it takes. See you in the fall. Here is the class code to sign up for the class." She told me as she slid me the small slip and I gave her a smile.

I literally killed this semester. This is my final, final. Luckily for me...everyone else finish next Monday. I didnt sign up for a Monday class that required a final. I would literally have to get 40 questions wrong to fail this test.

I walked outside the classroom and finally turned my phone on. It turned on and Kellan was calling. Fuck, she having an emergency. I have been hounding her for these past two weeks about is she okay and blah blah blah. She said she is, but I am trying to be sure.

"Hey, you okay!" I said all panicked.

She chuckled, "Yes I am fine, just looking for your uniforms shirts for the coffee shop. I am taking mine right now and figured to take yours." My held my chest and told her exactly where to find my shirts in my closet. She blew kisses at me and hung up. I walked out of the Law buding and seen my lunch date on the bench all into his phone. I walked over and slapped his head.

"Isaac! Lets go." I shouted as he stood up...

"About damn time. I am starving and our reservation at Japan Inn is in 25 minutes." He whined as we started to walked towards the Uber pickup area.

"Well we better hurry up and I did on my final thanks for damn asking!" I argued as he laughed, "I didnt expect nothing less..I AM just happy to spend some time with you. This semester you turned into a damn social butterfly...."

"And this semester I hope you stopped cumming on the windows..I feel bad for the cleaning crew this summer." I joked as he shot me a look. He was right we havent hung in weeks. Trying to be all over Kellan as much as a I can...Spend time with Antonio...and study for finals week..Ive been slumped in work. But I am free to spend time with him today.

"So tell me again why didnt you ride to the National Track Meet?" He asked me.

"because we have just went on a few dates" I downplayed and he shot me a look, "He have posted you on his Instagram its much more than a few dates. I read the thousand comments and yall have a ship name."

"STOPPPP!!" I told him and he continued, "and your followers have skyrocketed as well. You should atleast go see the boy run for his life."

"Medal. They get medals. I know shocked me too..I thought they got rings-I seriously need to rea damn sport book. Maybe Papa wasnt wrong for trying to force that football in my hand." I told Isaac as he pointed at me and laughed, "I am not about to play with you okay. IM NOT and speaking of Papa what is your summer plans. Are you going
home?"

"NO! Doing what I did last summer. Go see my Aunt stay a few days with her and then she will write me a check and ill meet Kellan in Paris for the summer." I told him. I love my aunt to the moon and back, but the two that laid on that dirty mattress in that RV and concieved me..those two can choke. As I mentioned them I grabbed at my bracelet.

"Cool...so Im ordering the Uber there and you do the one back?" He asked and I agreed. I just needed to be at someone tables pigging the fuck out.

|Kellan Vixen|

"Here ya go. See ya next fall." I told my boss as I dropped the shirts on his pile in the corner. He asked, "Why you have so many shirts?"

"because I brought in Aron's as well." I told him as I went over to his desk and signed the sheet for the 'returned' uniforms. I said goodbye and walked out of the coffee shop. Just as I walked out front pass the SPECIAL BOARD I seen Ryan. He waved at me and I took a deep breath. We had not been on real talking terms since that crazy ass night with his son...besides when I look in his eyes I see Sun/Carlos.

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