Blair Morgan|Mesyiah Jones.
"I got something in my hair?" I asked touching it.
"No girl, are we done?" I frowned grabbing my phone from Daisha.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked her locking my car.
"Nothing it's hot and I don't wanna stand outside all morning taking your pictures." she said, rolling her eyes.
"Well I'd do it for you, sorry I feel cute." I said smiling and waving at people who said hi to me.
"I don't like your shoes." she said.
"I didn't ask." I replied back, walking into the office. "Good morning everyone, I brought you all donuts to start off the new year."
I sat the box of donuts on the counter. "Good morning, Tink. I hope you enjoyed your summer."
"I did a lot." I said smiling. "How was yours?"
"Fine, my husband and I did some traveling." I nodded grabbing my schedule.
"That's always fun, I'm happy you enjoyed your time off." I said scooting over so that Daisha could get hers.
"How was your summer, Daisha?"
"Fine, can you hurry with my schedule please?" I frowned not liking her attitude towards the staff.
"Okay well, I'll see you guys later. Enjoy the rest of your day." I said before walking out the office. "You were rude for no reason."
"I don't care, she know I don't like her." Daisha shrugged. "Just because you walked in there tryna be all goody two shoes with donuts and shit don't mean I gotta do it too."
"Okay, I don't like your attitude. So when you lose it you can talk to me." I told her, walking ahead of her to go to my class.
"Hey, Tink." I turned in my seat and waved.
"Hi, how was your summer?" My parents taught me to have manners and to give to others what I want. That's why I'm nice and giving because I'd always want people to be the same way with me.
"It was good, I went to Carolina. How was yours?" she asked.
"It was good, my family and I went to Dubai this summer. It's always fun to travel." I said. "I'm happy you enjoyed your break."
"Excuse me." I moved my feet out the way for the boy to get by. Once he sat down I noticed it was Mesyiah.
"Hold on." I said getting up from my seat. "Hey."
"Hey." I say down in the seat beside him.
"How are you today?" I asked looking at the side of his face. "I like your hair."
"Thank you and I'm chillin, wassup with you?" I shrugged.
"Where are you from?" I asked because he didn't talk like he was from Georgia.
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