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“FAYTHE HOPKINS, IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR TAIL OUT THAT BATHROOM AND INTO CLASS RIGHT NO?—”

“Shit!” Faythe ducks. “I gotta go y’all! Good luck, Jess! Shoot ya shot, girl. I bet he got a big dic?—”

“OUT NOW!”

“Dang, I’m coming, I’m coming!” she groans, hanging up, making me and Beatrice laugh because that girl is always getting into some trouble.

“I’m not going to hold you either since I see it’s almost time for class.”Beatrice keeps up with all of our school schedules and sends us texts, letting us know it’s time for class. She’s that much of a stickler.“You do what Fay said and shoot your shot. That boy could change your life,” she smiles, and I want to cry because of how much I miss them.

“I’ll think about it,” I promise her.

“You better. Have a good lecture and call us later, okay?”

“Okay!” I wave, hanging up, mind in a daze about what they just said.Damn… am I really smiling that hard because of him?

Completely out of it and tired already from the conversation with my friends, the late night texts with Frank, and because I hate math,especially calculus,I yawn, in desperate need of coffee and some downtime to think, when I open the door to the Department of Mathematics building and accidentally bump into someone.

“Ouch!” They wince, and I look down, shocked to see the girl that Matt was hugging and swinging around.

“Oh my bad,” I apologize and hold out my hand, trying to help her even though I don’t like her. In reality, she didn’t do shit to me, it was Matt, but she shoves my hand out of the way and snorts.

“Your bad? You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” she sneers as she stands, and I cock my head to the side in confusion.

“Why would I?” I scoff, holding onto my backpack, standing straight since she doesn’t need my help and I don’t too much care if she wants it or not. But she curls her lip disgusted as I smile and prepare myself.

“Because you’re jealous Matt wanted to be with me instead of a manly lo?—”

“Girl, cut it the fuck out,” I burst out laughing, making everyone look our way. I typically don’t like people staring at me so blatantly, but right now, I could give two shits.

“C-cut it out?”

“Yeah, cut it the fuck out like I said. Ain’t nobody worried about Matt. Have him,” I roll my eyes, about to walk past her, but she grabs onto my backpack, trying to pull me back, but there is no way in fucking hell I’m going to budge for a bitch who’s twenty percent body fat.

“Wait, I’m talking to you!”

“And?” I snatch my bag, and maybe it’s because she’s so little, but her body goes flying, and she jerks forward, falling again as everyone stops and stares for real this time.

“AHHHH YOU D-D-DID TH-THAT ON PURPOSE!” she shouts.I guess she thinks that’s supposed to move me.

“Oh fucking puh-lease girl. Get the fuck up. Anyone with a fucking pair of eyes saw I didn’t do shit to you. And in case you didn’t know, if I truly cared or wanted to, I’d body rock your ass with my fist, but I’m not fighting over a nigga who cheated on me,” I finish and throw her an “are you fucking crazy?” look.

“B… bu?—”

“But nothing. Like I said,havehim and pray you don’t lose him how you got him. Either way, I. Do. Not. Care,” I grit and look her up and down, walking by her. I pass Matt, who’s standing there watching me with wide, scared eyes. I want to tell him off, but I notice his thumbs are bandaged with splints as if they’re broken.What the hell happened to him?

I’m tempted to ask, but when I think about the text and how my best friend Karma came up and showed the fuck out for me, all I can do is throw my head back, cackling as the group of students part for me like a sea as he rushes off with a red face.Oh today will be a good day.

Sighing happily, I continue my trek to class, ignoring all the looks I’m getting because they arealwaysstaring at me… only it’s hardly in a positive light. The small-minded people at this college think up and spread all types of weird fucking rumors about me. Especially, since I’m the only girl on our football team and I hang around all the guys. The girls here abhor that. One minute I’m a hoe who’s been ran through by the entire team, and the next I’m some dyke.Well, if I had a dick, they could suck it.

I don’t give a damn about anything they say about me. For one, all the guys on my team,aside from a select few I wouldn’t spit on if they were on fire,are like brothers to me. It’s nothing more, nothing less, but what’s the point in talking when they won’t listen?They can say whatever that want.

“JESSICA!” I spin quickly, recognizing that deep voice from anywhere, but in the process, I get whiplash seeing my Frank barrel down the halls, looking cute and adorable as usual but I’mstunned to see he’s not in attire as cutesy as he had on the night we met, but more casual dress. It’s still a flowy and sun flowery type dress that suits him perfectly.Hell, it seems everything suits him perfectly, but I wonder if he always cross-dresses and why? What if it was something tragic that happened to him?

“Frank?!” My eyes go wide, looking up at him. “Wh-what are you doing here?!” I ask, flabbergasted that he’s here right now, but he beams from ear to ear, pulling me into his arms.

“I had to meet with one of my old professors, and just as I was leaving I saw you.” He pulls back, looking at me, but I look out the corner of my eyes and see that people are staring at us.Ugh.

“Oh wow, how cool. It’s so nice to see you by accident,” I beam up at him, then step away, body tingling from his deep, intoxicating smell and hard body.I don’t give a damn how this man dresses, he is all lean muscle. He feels better than Matt!

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