Lynetta walked into the coffee shop and saw you sitting in the back, laptop out, and coffee next to you. She walked over.
"Sorry, I'm late."
"It's fine."
Lynetta took your appearance in. You were wearing leggings with a tank top and a flannel over it. Your hair was cut short and your makeup was lightly done. She watched as your white nails moved across the keyboard of your laptop.
"Sit."
Lynetta sat with you, pulling her material out. She was failing Chemistry and her professor had suggested you. You were two years younger than her, yet a Chemistry genius according to her professor. You were a senior--just like Lynetta--and was only 19. How that was possible--Lynetta had no idea.
"what are you struggling with?"
"Everything."
You smiled.
"Well, Guess I just have to teach you everything."
Lynetta smiled as you began to teach her everything from Chapter one of the textbook.
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Lynetta was surprised to see you at her basketball game. You were sitting courtside and was looking at your phone.
"Hey Jasmine."
"Hey Lynetta."
You two hugged and you sat down.
"what are you doing here?"
"Came to watch you play."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Did you think I was kidding when I said I would come see you play if you passed your midterm?"
"I passed?"
You held up her exam and she saw the 90 in red on top of her paper. She hugged you, spinning around making you laugh and hug her back.
"Thank you so much!"
"Don't thank me! That was all you."
"But you helped! I owe you dinner!"
Lynetta put you down, kissed your forehead before running off. You blushed before sitting down, smiling as Lynetta gave you a thumbs up before going to play.
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Lynetta looked at you and frowned. You were sitting at your usual spot except you looked upset.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah just my parents..."
You and Lynetta started dating and your parents weren't supportive. In fact, they kept suggesting boys to you. You knew you were gay--you tried dating boys in high school and they never worked out.
"What did they do this time?"
"They set me up with this boy. I don't even know-I'm over it."
Lynetta kissed your forehead before resting her head on your shoulder. You rubbed her cheek before finishing the text to your parents.
"This is why I took so many classes."
"Hm?"
"I literally went to school year around and worked. It's why I am 19 and about to graduate school."
Lynetta nodded as she watched as you typed away on your laptop. She pulled her chemistry items out and began to review, asking you questions as you two sat with each other.
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You groaned at hearing the knocking on the apartment door.
"I'll get it."
You looked at your phone while Lynetta checked the door. It was your parents.
"Oh, hello Mrs. and Mr. Jones."
