"I'm going to get a job on campus." I pulled my lacefront off making Chance look at me with wide eyes as he froze from eating his Fruit Loops.
"What the fuck-" He walked out the room slowly, as I busted out laughing at his reaction.
"Nah but seriously, I want you to focus on school." He shook his head coming back in the room taking a spoonful of cereal in his mouth.
"I told you I don't want to leech, I'm not use to someone doing things for me." I took off the wig cap, and immediately started taking out my braids after wetting my edges to make sure the glue was out. My hair needed to breath.
"And I told you, you're not leeching off me. I understand you wanting to get your money on your own that's fine, but please wait until school done. I want to make you focus on your grades." He looked me in my eyes, and I nodded.
It felt good for someone to care about if you're going to win or not.
"I'm nervous." I let out and he automatically knew what I was talking about from the face he made. "I'm not. We gon' get through whatever they say. It can go one way, or the other. Either way we're not going to stop." He reassured me.
Today was the meeting with the Diablo's, and as promised it was Wednesday. We were going to follow all of their rules, but Tabatha and I will be present in the room. Chance and Carter were put on the board after the braveness they shown for risking their life to get Tabatha, and I.
"I just have a bad feeling that's all."
"Just take out your Meek Mill braids, and think positive. Everything's going to end how they're suppose to." He smiled at me putting his bowl of cereal down pulling on one of my braids like he was milking a cow.
"Nice of you two to join us." Carter stood in front of the door with a straight face.
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"Sorry that's my fault." I mumbled as Carter dapped Chance up and gave me a side hug.
"I'm just glad you're here. Can you go inside and calm Tabatha down she's been freaking out about this meeting since last night." Not needing to hear anything else I smiled before walking away.
Chance's POV:
"I have a feeling this shit isn't going to go good." I looked over to Carter who now smoked a blunt giving me his full attention after the pull.
"Saige has this gut feeling that something is going to happen, and she got into my head and began stressing me out." I vented. Carter offered the blunt but I shook my head.
I rather drink than smoke.
"They're not going to make any of this easy they keep people locked up and make them praise them. It's going to be a ride but we got this. Good always wins." Carter dapped me up.
