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JAZZ

I breathe a sigh of relief when I walk into AP Lit and see no sign of Kingston Davenport I stopped by the bathroom on the way from lunch, so the class is pretty full by the time I arrive The only open seats are in the last row, so I make my way down the aisle

“Whore,” one girl mutters as she makes a failed attempt to trip me

“How e for blowies, honey?” This co , juicy steak

I ignore the derogatory whispers and stares, refusing to give them the satisfaction Karma will bite these motherfuckers in the ass one day Hopefully sooner rather than later I keep , and open the online classrooin

I glance up when all hushed voices suddenly stop I assu the start of class, but I should’ve known better Not only does Kingston walk through the doors right as the bell is ringing, but he’s flanked by both Reed and Bentley And, of course the only available seats are the three in my row

Fuck my life

Bentley flashes an arrogant sston takes the desk beside hi the damn teacher to start class already

Hot breath hits ht before he speaks “Hey, Little Red Ride Me Fro, bad wolves”

Wily fucker The wolves are Windsor’swhere I came from Too bad for him, I’m not ashamed of my roots

I swat him aith my hand “Clever Now back the fuck off”

His chair protests as he scoots his desk closer “You kiss your boyfriend with that mouth, Jazzy Jazz?”

I glare at hih the side of my eye “Don’t have a boyfriend, Get Bent”

“Ooh, she has claws!” he taunts “You know I love it when you talk dirty, baby” Bentley grabs his crotch “Makes my dick so hard Why don’t you come a little closer and see for yourself?”

I eye his crotch and give hiot my microscope How ever will I find it without one?”