Rinse

Chapter 8

The end of school is getting close, and I have my last class with Tareq, Jasmine, Corey, and ugly ass Raheem. “Oh Harlem, I was going to sit with Raheem you-,” before she could even finish, “Hell naw. Girl, I'll see you at home.” I say this because I want to hang out with Tareq later if he doesn’t have practice, and if he does, I can wait. “Hey T! I see you again. I hate this is my only class with you. But I got a question. Wanna hang out at Hood Glaze Doughnuts, like after practice maybe?” I see his smile. I love admiring his features. “I don’t got practice ‘till like in 2 weeks. They’ve been delaying it due to the new renovations of this damn neighborhood; can I meet you there at 4:15? I gotta meet up with cuzzo.” I’m not the biggest fan of his cousin, but everyone has to hustle in this ghetto ass neighborhood. “Alright, bet. Oh, and I’m sitting here all year. Don’t move boy.” I love his chuckles. I love him, but I can never say it. I’ve never said it to no one, not even Corey and we was together for like two and a half years and I’ll always say thank you. “Alright class...” Class has started, and I want it to end. I hate algebra, but I guess I can sit here for another hour and ten minutes. Luckily, all we have to do today, and the rest of this week is do now's and the exit tickets. Just to see our accuracy in algebra.