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III

7 A.M -Playboi Carti/Adrian

JORDAN:

Lithia Springs High School: Mableton, Georgia

"So you see, that was when we actually started to fuck." Travis explained to me and Caleb, both simultaneously nodding our heads in understanding.

The day had been a haul so far; the students at Lithia Springs were just as bad, if not worse than in Charlotte. None of them would ever shut up, and they were always obsessed with how they looked, which isn't a bad thing typically. That being said, the people here did that sort of thing entirely too much, and were obsessed with themselves, I swear to god.

Caleb helped guide me through school, and in the lunch line, he introduced me to his best friend, Travis Scott. Travis was a self-proclaimed "up and coming SoundCloud rapper with a large future ahead of him". He had laid down some of his verses as we sat down earlier, and I will give him points for being more talented than your average high school SoundCloud rapper, but he was nowhere near the level of talent that say Kanye or Usher was at. In all honesty though, I wasn't really expecting that.

The conversation had changed from Travis' "up and coming career" to how he got numbers of bitches as a result. That conversation lead to another conversation about how he and this band kid fucked; not really a big flex or a bitch, but go off, Travis.

"And you did this just last week?" Caleb questioned.

"Hell yeah," Travis explained, "she hit me up after her marching practice was over sayin' 'come over daddy🥵😘' and I got my ass over there as quick as could."

"Did you use instruments during your foreplay?" I joked, laughing as I spoke.

Travis slammed his head on the table from laughing, "Fuck yeah, we used a damn tuba as a condom."

All three of us started to laugh; I calmed down and felt an intense stare coming from behind me. While Caleb and Travis continued to talk about Travis' encounter with a band girl in the bedroom, I began to search for the source of my suspicions. My eyes landed on a familiar face.

No, this wasn't the face of Caleb, nice try. I observed, sitting a mere two or three tables away from me, the same person that was standing on the side of the expressway on Friday night. He had the same purple dreads that hung over parts of his face, sort of similar to mine. He also had tattoos upon the the side of his face.

He seemed shorter in stature, probably no taller than 5'5", had these really sparkly eyes, and managed to look muscularly built for his size. He was surrounded by numerous people that were taller than him, including this dude and who I presumed to be his girlfriend in a cuddling position sitting next to him, a taller guy with red braids for hair, arguing with someone who also shared similar tats on his face.

As soon as he seemed to have noticed I was looking back at him, he quickly grabbed his phone and began interacting with it in an intense fashion. I began to think about what he was doing.

"There's no way he could've seen me on the freeway," I thought, "I was flying by him at 70 mph. Maybe he thinks I'm someone else?" I paused my thoughts for a moment and began to realize something; even for a shorter guy, he definitely looked cute.

"No," I began to think to myself, "not just cute, adorable." I began to question if he was even a high schooler, which I quickly shot down due to the fact he was sitting with older looking friends and the tattoos that adorned his face. I couldn't tell what they were of due to my distance, but I could definitely tell that they were done professionally. I looked back at him again, with him still hyper-focused on his phone.