Larry’s POV
“Larry, what’s going on?”
I didn’t look up right away. I heard the familiar clack of Monica’s heels hitting the floor, too loud, too entitled, too damn dramatic. Her perfume arrived before she did...loud, floral, suffocating. I let out a low sigh and leaned back in my seat, closing my laptop slowly before lifting my eyes to her.
I shouldn’t have come to school today.
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone, let alone her.
“What do you want, Monica? Don’t you have classes to take?” I asked, voice clipped. My headache from having too many classes was still lingering, and her voice was so f*****g loud.
“I’m your woman, Larry. You should treat me well. You ain’t even picking my calls anymore,” she snapped, arms folded, lips painted too red, attitude sharp as ever.
I groaned
