Hell And Back (NBA Youngboy)- COMPLETED

Chapter 72 🥀: Skool

Mariah Williams 💫

"KENTRELL!" I yelled in frustration, putting my hair up.

"What?" He groaned softly, still facedown on the bed.

"Get up, you gon' make Brianna late. Walk her to class when ya get there." I picked up my books.

"Niecey!" She came around the corner with her book bag and lunchbox.

"Awww! You look so cute!" I stopped down to her level.

"Thank you." I give her a hug and she returns it. I kissed her cheek.

"Have a good day!"

"You're not taking me to school?"

"I got a morning class today. I'm bout to be late." She poked her lip out and flicked it, standing up. I mugged Kentrell, who was STILL face down on the bed. I walked over and slapped the hell out of his butt. He jumped up quick.

"Mane, what the fuck you do that gay ass shit fa'?" He asked loudly. I couldn't stop laughing.

"Take Niecey ta school." Was all I could say as I ran out. I got in my car and headed to LSU. I walked across campus avoiding hella people.

"Whas good?" Xavier slid beside me, making me giggle. Zay was freshman football player who knew about me before we started going to LSU, and he liked me.

"Nothin', Zay. Wassup witchu?"

"Coolin', finna head ta History. What class you got?" I looked at him like he was dumb.

"I met you in History, ain't I?" He shook his head. I waved him off.

"You goin' to da game tomorrow night?"

"I might slide through wit' a couple people, why?"

"I'm tryna take you to a lil afta party." He said lowly, smirking and rubbing his hands together playfully. I laughed at his goofy ass.

"Now you know I got somebody, and I know you know."

"Man, I know. I'm tryna be ya side."

"Boy, stop! I'm loyal." I laughed, pushing his chest a little.

"You be sleepin' on me."

"Whateva' you say." I shrugged as we walked into the building.

"Well, if a rappin' nigga don't work out, you can always hava singin' nigga." I pursed my lips.

"Nigga, you can't sing."

"Who can't? You jus' tried me." We walked into the lecture hall.

"Sing, then." He started looking like he was flustered.

"I—I can show you a video." He pulled out his phone as we walked to our seats. He played the video and I was shook. I just looked at him, mouth open.

"It's bad, ain't it?" He sighed and held his head down.

"Nigga, you crazy? You got them pipes!"

"I got one witcha name on it." He winked at me. I sucked my teeth.

"You nasty. Ya ruined the moment." I waved him off as class started.
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"You got anymore classes today?"

"Nawl, you got practice?"

"Went to a morning practice." We walked out of the lecture hall.

"Study wimme?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.