Tiffany POV
"Damn so how long have you and Dre been together?" Michael asked as he passed back my notes he just got copying.
"About a year now."
"Yeah you can tell that he loves you because dude was about to whoop my ass. Talking bout some Tiffany who?" He scrunched up his eyebrows talking about what happened at Walmart.
I laughed at his face.
"Chill don't do Dre."
"You right that's my boy though. But are yall back together now. You done with your diary of a mad black woman phase now?"
I hit him in his arm playfully.
"Shut up and what are you talking about. What phase?"
He smacked his lips. "Man all he did was talked about you about how bad he fucked up and that he miss you like hell. I mean he was always coming to me with his problems. Shit I wanted to go through his phone to get yo number and call you up like baby I'm sorry please take me back."
I laughed putting my hand on my forehead shaking it.
"I swear you are so dumb."
"It runs all through my vains baby."
The bell finally rung letting us out of class. Me and Michael was practically talking and joking through out the whole lecture. On our way out the smile that I was wearing was immediantly knocked off my face because there was Crystal sitting there with bruises from the fight she had with Brooke and she had a stank look on her face too.
"Man come on Tiffany just ignore the bitch." Michael said with a groan as he led me out the room with his hand on my back.
"Yeah Michael you better take her ass out before I do." She said with a smirk.
"Bitch please." I walked towards her but was pulled back.
"Hmm so I thought. Later Mikey, call me." She blew a kiss at him.
"Don't worry about her alright. She ain't nothing but a hoe and ain't got nothing on you." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
"I know, it's just that everytime I look at her or think about her I just can't help but make myself madder than what I already am at Dre."
"Now see that right there is something you shouldn't do. Nothing is more hurtful to guys than being blamed and not forgiven over the same shit that we had already left in the past. It just makes us feel like why should we try to change ourself and our ways if all they are going to do is get mad at us about shit they already forgiven us for."
"But I didn't fully forgive him."
"But you will."
"What if I don't?"
"Then it's not going to be longer before the nigga leaves and yo ass is left alone. Then who you going to have?"
"I'll find someone else." I joked.
"Oh yeah, who?"
I looked up at him to see him already staring at me. I didn't realise how close we were until now. If you was a person who was looking at us from within the outside then would definetly think that we was a couple cuddling up.
I looked back down and removed his arm from around me. I noticed he was still walking closely next to me but this time with both of his hands in his pockets.
"What just happened back there?" He asked out of the blue which I wished he didn't.
"I don't know." I laughed nervously.
