|| She Knows: A Chresanto August Story ||

Chapter Eight

Rayan's Pov

"Did you hit yet?" Jacob asked me.

"Hit so hard she started crying and shìt."

"Yeah now where my money at?" I asked as he raised his eyebrows.

"I would give you the money, but, you see the way my bank account is set up..." He scratched the back of hisneck to help play it off.

"Nigga give me my damn money." I said holding out my hand.

"Shit man you ain't gotta yell." He pulled out some twenties/tens and placed them in my hand. We took care of our deal, and headed our seperate ways.

I was walking down the hall and i guess i got caught off-guard, because somebody punched me square in my jaw.

"Nigga what the fu-" I was cut off by another punch. This kid was beating my ass.

I heard somebody yell "WORLDSTAR!" so I started fighting back as the crowd expanded and pretty soon, we were both all fucked up, but i looked the worst.

I took a glance at the other kid and realized it was none other than Chresanto August.

"I told you to stay the fuck away from her." He yelled in between punches.

"Ion take orders from you nigga."

"RAYAN LOPEZ AND CHRESANTO AUGUST, TO THE FRONT OFFICE NOW" I heard our names on the intercom, and pushed him on the ground so i could get up.

I don't have time for this shit.
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This chapter sucked, but i had to give yall something so yall wouldnt go m.i.a on me. I had really bad writers block sorry. But i need yall to be active in my other stories too though.