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Jasmine Miller, 17 {JAS-MIN}
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"What's number seventeen?" Melo whispered to me, biting and fidgeting with his jacket zipper.
"Find out."
He rolled his eyes and gave me a pleading look. "Baby Please. Coach said I gotta get a D+ or I can't play Friday."
"Y'know what that sound like?"
"What?"
"A personal problem."
He rolled his eyes again, letting out a frustrated huff before grabbing my paper off my desk.
"Dip quit playin." I said snatching it back.
"Nah I'm not playing, lemme see your-"
"LAMELO AND JASMINE MAY I ASK WHY YOU TWO ARE TALKING DURING MY TEST?" The teacher yelled, standing up.
"We wasn't even talking."
"Yeah, I don't even know him."
Melo mugged me but laid back in his chair. "Please stop lying Ms. Miller. I'm fully aware of your relationship with Mr.Ball."
"You staking me or something? That's weird Mr. Mathis."
"Uh no Jasmine I-"
"Yooo Mr. Mathis you like stalking little girls?" Melo laughed.
"THATS ENOUGH! Detention next period for both of you!" Mr. Mathis shouted, pointing a finger at us.
I kissed my teeth while LaMelo threw his hands up and groaned loudly in frustration.
"Do not throw your hands up at me! I suppose your team with have to do without you on Friday. One more thing and that's lunch detention as well!" He angrily mumbled, grabbing the phone and calling security.
I peeped this and instantly told Melo to pack his stuff.
"Nah we gotta go."
"Why?"
"His white ass callin security on us. Hurry up!"
We grabbed our bags, getting up and quickly walking out the classroom. Mr.Mathis ran behind us, chasing us around a corner before we got away.
