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“I’m not trying to cross no line. I’m just saying you were crying at the?—”

“Tek, while I appreciate you caring, respectfully, that has nothing to do with you,” I warn. “And I’d appreciate it if you letthat go,” I let him know, and he grits his teeth, pausing, shoving his hands through his hair.

“Fine, I’ll let it go but… can you at least tell me if you’ll be joining for Monday Night Football at my place?”Oop…

“Uhm…”

“Th-there will be wings, beer… well, root beer for you, and I just got a new big screen,” he stammers and I shift on my feet awkwardly.

Normally I would just jump on that shit and say hell to the mother fucking yeah, but before I never had a mother fucking Frank in my life. A jealous, possessive, feeds me nut and dick for shits and giggles Frank.I need to think twice on this…

I raise an eyebrow, adjusting my bag because that shit heavy than a mother fucker on my back…

“Oh right… th-that’s tonight, huh?”

“Yeah.” He grins and I chew my lip, trying to think of a way to decline him. “The boys are coming through. It won’t be the same without you,” he adds and I laugh softly, scratching my head.

“Uhm… h-how about I get back to you after I leave my Anime club?” I try to say, but he groans.

“Ugh, coooooome oooooooon, Jess. You can’t be serious right now.”

“I just need to think about it, and besides… I need to talk to Frank about it first.”

Just hearing Frank’s name makes his face twist in a scowl.

“Frank? Really? So you have to ask your boyfriend how you can move now?” he challenges and I look at this nigga up and down as if he’s done slapped me.

“Well yeah, that’s my boyfriend, Tek, you know how I roll. Even when I was dating that Beanie Sigel looking mother fucker, I always moved with a level of decorum and respect for my nigga, and Frank is no different.”

“You never asked Matt if you could come over for football night,” he rebuts, and he’s right.

I never asked permission from Matt. I never felt the need to. But with Frank… I don’t even wanna think about what kind of shit he would pull when it comes to me and being around other dudes…

“No, but I’m not dating Matt anymore, am I? Different strokes for different folks. Frank is built different and would like to beinformedof my whereabouts… I’m notasking permission.There is a difference,” I clarify.

“Sure,” Tek rolls his eyes. “Fine. Talk to your lil’boyfriend, but keep me posted. You know, by making sure I’m not blocked.” I don’t know why I keep from cringing at that, but I do.

“I will,” I tell him and thankfully my phone beeps in my hand and I see its Skylar and Wanda asking me where I’m at.Shit.“Anyway, I have to go. I’ll text you.

I wave running off, and I only look back after I reach the building. When I’m about to go inside, I feel odd when I see him still standing there looking after me with a blank expression on his face. But I don’t say anything.

I just turn to go into the building and over to the classroom. I enter and see new anime and manga posters lining the walls, snacks everywhere, and the intro of Mashle season two’s Bling-Bang-Bang-Born playing in the background.

Hell, I’m hyped! I want to get in there and start doing the Mashle shuffle, but I can barely get in and sit down when I notice Skylar, who’s laying across a desk looking depressed like a mother fuck with Wanda stroking Sky’s big, curly, dyed blond hair that looks so beautiful in the sunlight with her dark brown skin.

When they see me, Skylar stands up and comes over to me, crying.

“JJJJEEEEEEESSSSSSS!” she sniffles as I sit down, where she falls over my lap in tears and I look over to Wanda, who cringes.

“What happened, Sky?”

“Yo,” she whines. “You won’t believe what that freaky gamer guy did again!” she exclaims.Damn, I should have known it was him.

“Oh hell, and you talking about Mango guy?”

“Yeah!” Her eyes flutter, crying. “Do you know he somehow got into my Mario Kart game and would LET me get first place and he would hack and spam blue shells at me! Then he made it so no matter how many times I went past the finish line, I could never win!!!”

“Uhm…”