Dear Rayan, (Ray Ray ❤️)

GoodMorning

"Aww shit!" I yelled as I hopped up and ran into the bathroom to shower. It's 7:40, and I have 30 minutes to get to my AP History class this morning. Usually Gia would wake me up, guess I gotta do that on my own too huh. I turned on the shower and gave it about two minutes to warm up. I got in and washed up twice, got out and ran out to my boxes. "Where the hell is my toothbrush?!" I whisper yelled slamming my glasses on my face and flipping my boxes over and searching through all the clothes on the floor. "It's some in the closet." I heard a deep and raspy, yet sexy voice come from the hallway, I turned around to see Ray in a Bob Marley muscle shirt and black basketball shorts. I pulled my towel a little tighter and stood, fixing my glasses on my face and standing. I was about to walk up to him to hug him until Amaya came behind him and wrapped her arms around him, purposely.

"Morning Baby, ...... She still here?" She said looking me up and down. "Yeah 'she' still here." I said rolling my eyes and walking out of the room toward the hallway closet. I grabbed a toothbrush and walked back past them, into "my room" slamming my door in their face. I brushed my teeth then put on a white nike hoodie, black leggings and tan Uggs. I pulled all my hair up into a messy ponytail and walked out of the room. "Where you going Charlotte?" Ray asked watching me grab the keys. "Hopefully to find a job.." Amaya said leaning back in her chair, enjoying her breakfast. "I have a job, unlike yo broke ass. And if you must know, I'm going to school." I said looking in the mirror wall they have, fixing my outfit, "You not gone disrespect me, your a fucking outsider just like high school, don't get no balls because you grew an ass and titties. And don't feel all high and mighty cuz you in school witcho homeless ass. Don't forget you in my shit bitch!" She said standing, "I'll consider this 'yo shit' when you pay a bill lil broke bum bitch." I said slamming the door and going over to the elevator to leave.

1 hour and thirty minutes later

Gia was sitting in her desk like usual, but some bitch was sitting in my usual seat next to her, I ended up sitting in front of them. She didn't really fuck with me, all you could hear was the smacking of their lips against each other all class. At the end I walk out of the classroom and get on my phone, texting Craig. I apologized for not speaking much in the club. He asked me was I coming to class tonight, and I said I would be there. Me and Craig also are the heads of the dance department here at BC, so we alternate teaching class every afternoon/evening. I taught last night, so luckily today is Craig's class. I'm supposed to go and learn with our fellow students, but after last night I don't know.

It's crazy how everything can just get fucked up in the blink of an e-- "Damn my bad." He said grabbing my phone off the ground and handing it to me after bumping into me. "Dude like what the fuck." I said, obviously irritated that there's a chance my phone may be broken. He looked at my phone and said "No crack, no break." Slowly putting his hand out, "Wassup I'm Chresanto." "Okay?" I said, ignoring his kindness and pushing my phone in my purse. He slowly put his hand down and scoffed. "Okay." He said mocking my tone and walking away. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the car, to see a fucking ticket on my windshield. "Oh my fucking God." I said snatching it off and hopping in the Monte Carlo. I have to pay $30 dollars in the next two days, but I don't get payed until Friday, and it's Tuesday. I start the car up and speed off, ready to go and lay down.

As I pulled up to the red light I looked to my left, to see Gia's truck, with the same bitch driving it. She puts her hand on the girls lap and kisses her neck, then looks over toward me. I looked away quickly while she just laughed at me, speeding off. "Can't get any worse can it.." I said.

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"You don't defend me at all Ray!" She screamed throwing a pillow at me. "Baby, you're being super rude to her for no reason." I said rubbing my temples and dodging the pillow. "I do have a reason, that bitch wrote my man love letters and shit for four years, knowing that he loves me! That's not a fucking reason?" She yelled while slowly walking toward me.