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•• Megan ••

Warning ⚠️: suicidal thoughts mentioned

It's been a week since the blow up. It's the anniversary of my parents death and I'm already up on the wrong  Side of the bed. Im currently heading to the outreach center to meet Erik. I didn't know he was going to be coming back to Houston so soon. Solana told me he finally got the Oakland outreach center stable and solid and was working on the Houston one now apparently. We haven't talked since last week and apparently Duke little hoe did a freestyle and supposedly named dropped me. Everybody wanting me to respond but I'm over that bullshit fuck a freestyle bitch come to the street

I pull up to the center and see some kids talking and laughing and cars honking at each other trying to leave . A lot is going on I'm used to quiet and old people all day this is already raising my blood pressure up.

I walk towards the entrance when a ball falls at my feet

Hey throw the ball back says one of the little boys

I smile throwing the ball back to him as he smirks

Aren't you Megan thee stallion

Yes I am I smile how do you know who I am you got sisters or something

No you and Duke got beef online

Sweetie there is no beef I don't beef with people

Not according to his deeblock friends and him they say you the opps and Kali talked about you in her freestyle

They definitely beefing with they self and while we talking how's your grades in school

I make all A's

Oh really what do you want to be when you grow up

A mechanical engineer

Okay big steppa what's your name

Jake

Nice to meet you Jake and be careful with that ball before you hit someone

He smiles and takes out running back with his friends I turn around and am met with Erik's blank expression

Hey I say giving a small waving

He ignores me as I follow him inside a side door where he swipes a badge. The inside of this place is amazing the colors the technology it's beautiful. We head on the elevator I guess going his office I take in his appearance he has on his tactical outfit on again. Must be his work outfit

We head to his office where a nice jaguar painting hangs all black furniture and a couch

Take a seat he says

I reached out to the school and checked your grades and community service history and you seem to align with what we're looking for but your personal life is something different

What you mean my personal life

The stuff with you and your ex is a distraction and apparently the kids know about it. How are you going to navigate that

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