Trinity Cross is the younger sister of Zeke Cross. Unlike her brother, she knew about the family business but swore not to say anything. She knew about the game for the longest time but was never a part of it... Until Tariq came in the picture. What...
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I was deadass falling asleep this class when the door opened, revealing Tariq. I waved my fingers in his direction and he nodded at me with a smile. He walked over and sat down next to me. BruShaundria was getting into it with Ashley when Richard had to open his mouth.
"That's a big opinion from someone who doesn't have a real name." I face palmed
"Richard why the fuck did you have to open your big ass mouth?" I groaned
"Oh don't worry I got something for his ass." She whispered towards me before turning towards Richard.
"Excuse me? That's right. I don't got a real name. I got two. Bruce plus Shaundria which equals BruShaundria. But the first rule of business is to mind your motherfucking own, Richard." I grinned and gave BruShaundria a high five.
"Thank you for enlightening us, Miss Carmichael. Okay, class, this is Tariq St. Patrick." I nudged him with my arm, making him smile at me. I felt my phone go off in my pocket and pulled it out.
Monet: practice after school and call me when you're out of class.
Me: I don't feel like talking right now, Monet
Monet: Tri, please just give me five minutes. I know you all I ever want to do is protect you and Zeke.
"What about you Miss Cross? Any comments for the argument?" I looked up at Mister Reynolds
"No, I'm all good over here."
"Okay, so who do you agree with? Since you were listening, Tariq or Lauren?" He asked
"Are you not having a good day or something? You know damn well I wasn't paying attention and you picking at me. What exactly do you want from me?" I asked
"He wants you to pay attention." Richard mumbled
"Richard ima give you five seconds to get out of my black ass business before I whoop up in that ass. You got me all the way fucked up and-" Tariq covered my mouth while I was still talking.
"Ima take her to cool off..." he said
"Yea... that probably would be best." Tariq and I walked out and he removed his hand from my mouth
"He lucky you took me out of that damn room because I swear on everything, I would've killed him." I said pacing about
"A'ight a'ight, just calm down. He just wanted to get you hot." Tariq said, stopping me from pacing. I looked into his eyes and saw him looking at my lips.
"You good now?" He asked moving closer
"Y-yea I'm good." "Good" he pulled me into a kiss, I grabbed onto his shirt as I kissed him back.
"Damn..." he whispered against my lips making me let out a laugh.
"Damn is right." ••• "You wanted to talk... I'm here now."
