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"I'm ready to go, this class boring as fuck." I complained laying my head on the desk.
"We literally just got here two minutes ago." Marquis said, as he played in my hair.
"I know, and Mr.Turk, already giving me a migraine."
"Ms.Santana & Mr.Santiago, I'm about to dismiss you both from my class if y'all keep talking during my lesson." He paused whatever video he had playing.
"Ight imma head out" I said grabbing my stuff and getting up.
"Yeah, sex ed in highl school is useless anyways, I been fucking since I was in the sixth grade." Marquis shrugged earning a few chuckles.
Nigga dick should've been fell off if that's the case.
"Wanna go smoke this blunt in my car?" I asked as we walked up the hallway.
"You already know I do, you want Zaxby's?"
"You know imma' say yes." I cheesed pausing once I seen somebody who caught my attention. "Who is that?" I asked Quis, pointing towards the boy who was standing at his locker.
"Oh, that's Giovani, he's the team captain for the basketball team" He shrugged.
"Hold this." I passed him my book bag. "I'm about to go shoot my shot, How my hair look?"
"Layed, now please hurry up, i'm tryna' smoke this joint." He said as I walked off.
"Excuse me" I spoke tapping him on his shoulder, noticing he had both airpods in.
If he dub me imma be so embarrassed.
"Who the fuck is tapp- damn, wassgoood ma?" He said once he turned around and noticed me.
He look even better up close.
"Something wrong with my phone" I spoke pulling it out my pocket.
"What's wrong with it?" He asked closing his locker taking the phone out my hand.
"It ain't got your number in it" I said causing him to laugh obnoxiously.
"Armani, I just know you didn't—" I heard Marquis laughing from afar.
I just stared at him with a blank expression, because I was dead ass.
