"What the fuck was that?!" Mr. Fenty asks pushing me slightly.
"Chill man. I already told you this shit wasn't going to work out. You can't be mad at me for telling the truth. Because what we got going on between us three ain't shit. You're fucking married, Qwantez." I say calmly.
"I should really punch the fuck out of your ass. I told you, I would give up Bri any fucking day for you and you know that. That's mad grimy for you not to claim me, Taz."
"Whatever Qwantez." I grabbed my bookbag, placing my things inside. I wasn't tryna hear this.
"Taz stop." He whines, and grabs my bag from me.
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"What!?" I was frustrated at this point.
"Who the fuck you yelling at?" He grabbed my wrist tightly. I mentally roll my eyes. "Huh?"
"Nobody." I mumble. I snatch away from him. "Are we done here? I would really love to go home."
"No, not at—" The door closed, causing the both of us to look up. It was Bri and Jae walking in together.
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"Hey papí." Bri smiled at Qwantez. I roll my eyes hella hard this time.
"You ready?" Jae asks.
"Bitch." I say aloud. She just pissed me off. Snatching my backpack from Qwantez, and getting the rest of my stuff. "Yeah." I answer to Jae.
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