**Flashback**
(A 19 year old Jessica is headed to the shop dressed in a hoodie some plain jeans and a pair of converse.)
Being a college student isn't easy especially when you're broke and your parents want nothing to do with you but all that changed a few months ago. I managed to get close to this guy in my psych 101 class and he knew my whole story so he decided to help me out. His name was Kyle and he was also from Mississippi, he had moved here for school and to help take care of his grandma. What made him help me was because one day while having lunch I asked him " yo Ky how come you can afford your car and ya house while takin' care of ya mawmaw?" He laughed and said if he told me he would have to kill me but I was too curious to let it go so I bugged him until he told me I would find out soon enough. I found that to be kinda creepy but hey I was curious so whatever. Well the next day he comes over to my dorm room and says "grab your coat, we gonna be gone for a while shawty." He brought me to this tattoo parlor and said wait here. He went in for 5 minutes then came back out and told me to walk in and don't ask questions. When he said that it shook me up a lil bit because I didn't know what to expect but I followed him anyway. We walked through the tattoo parlor and down to the basement. What I saw raised so many questions in my head. Let me paint the scene for y'all. There were long tables everywhere with a bunch of naked bitches hovering over them with surgical mask on. On the tables next to them were scales and bags. I turned to him and said "are they doing wh-what I think they're doing?" He laughed and said " if you thinking bout money then hell yeah shawty" My scary ass didn't find that shit to be funny but I ain't wanna say shit so I kept following him. toOn the other side of the room to dudes sat at a table counting what seemed like all the money in the world. One of them looked up and started going off in a real heavy Mississippi accent. "Say bruh fuck you doin' bringin shawty down here mane?" I recognized him from my British literature class. "Terry is...is that you?" " oh shit yall that's lil moma from my English class!! She cool den, but wtf she doin here?" "Chill Terry im just tryna help her out." We continued walking and stopped at an office door. He unlocked it and sat behind the desk offering me the seat across. I sat down trying to process what I just saw. "I know its a lil much to gather but what do you think? You could work with me amd the team." I damn near passed out. "I can't stand naked in a room weighing dope Ky-" "Who said you had to? I know you're a smart girl and I wanna put that to use. I want you to run numbers for me, count money, make sure the girls aren't stealing. I want you to be my brains and muscle, so what do you say?" " I don't know Ky... I mean I need time to think, this is a big deal man." "I know but all the time you spend thinking could be spent making money, the type of money a regular job can't get you. The type of money that'll help you get through colllege debt free." "Like I said I need time to think." We left the shop 30 minutes later and he dropped me home. I looked around my dorm room and my eyes landed on a picture of my parents and I got to thinking that maybe if I made money I could prove them wrong and show them I don't fucking need them. Next thing you know I aas on the phone with Kyle accepting the offer and setting up what he called my "training." That's the day my life changed forever. In the beginning I was making chump change like mayne $500 a week and I know you're thinking "shit that's good for a college student" but nah that wasn't enough for me. My desire to prove my parents wrong was urgent and before you knew it I was making thousands. I contemplated quitting school a few times but how was I going to explain my income? So I stayed in school as a cover up and I'm glad I did because I met Dee-marie in one of my classes. She was from New York and needed some money so I introduced her to Ky and she eventually became my partner in crime she would weigh up the dope with the other girls but it's kinda like she was in charge of them. We graduated the same year both at the top of our class. We cut the fuck up that night. We got high af and drunk waaay too much but hey we deserved it. That night we were invincible until two ugly hoes pulled some sucka shit at the club that night and tried to jack us. That fight was epic I ended up with a cut in my lip amd Dee had a few scratches but them bitches barely made it out alive. Yeah we got arrested that night. Ky bailes us out the next morning and we were back in business; running shit. That next week Terry was killed in a shooting outside his apartment. That shit made me wanna quit the game but I never did....we are unstoppable. That same year I met Jacob, he was the shop owner's nephew and a good of Ky's he came down here from Texas to start his apprenticeship as an artist and eventually he fell in with us too. He and I got close but we never dated. We thought it was bad for business for us to get mixed up with each other but that didn't stop us from messing around. After a year he moved back to Texas and opened his own shop leaving a 21 year old me heartbroken but not long after thst I met Justin amd we fell in love instantly. We got married and I was happy but I couldn't let go of the game and I figured hey what he don't know won't hurt him and its been that way ever since...
**End of flashback**
Ok yall this is just some extra background knowledge about Jessica and her life during college. What's y'all opinion of her? Is she wrong for not telling Justin? Is she still in love with Jacob? Will her past come back to haunt her? What about her relationship with her parents?? As always I hope you guys conyinue reading and please commwnr and vote?? Btw two updates in a row!! :) lol thaks for reading
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