South Central Love follow the life of a young man named Shawn Carter, who live with his grandmother after years of struggling in the protective child system. But what happen when in the middle of his ascension into the drug dealing game in LA he me...
Packing up all your stuff and moving to a whole new place is the perfect way to signify a fresh start. And I needed this fresh start like my next breath. Lucky for me that next breath came the day I got my acceptance letter into college.
My first 2 months in LA was everything. Breathing in the fresh air, living carefree, well that was until school started.
These were the thoughts running through my head as I sat in my statistics class.
"Well, well, well I corrected your statistics test and let me tell you the grades were mediocre honestly. I didn't expect a lot since y'all just started this class but it's good to know that nobody is listening thus far. This is probably the worst class I have ever had in my 23 years of teaching. Anyways, I will call you one by one, to come get your test, I'll start from the best grade to the worst."
I got into college with a high GPA and every plan to graduate and become a child psychologist. I just didn't take into consideration how class could be boring and the number of things that could distract me from this goal. Or maybe I just have a hard time adjusting to the fast life of a college girl, when I've been shy-homebody Beyoncé for the past 18 years.
"Is everything alright ?" I hear a few seconds after I get my test back. I turn around to see who's talking to me.
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It's Dre, I internally roll my eyes when I see him change his spot and take the free seat next to me.
"Oh! Hi, I didn't see you coming."
"Hi yourself." he replied. "I just got here. By the way you look good today." He says, eying me with a smirk.
"Always have a nice word for the ladies right ?" I reply playfully while rolling my eyes.
"Only for you baby, but what's wrong with you ?"
"Nothing, I just failed this stupid test."
"Seriously ? Let me see." He asks and slides his hand across my table and turns the paper toward him while leaning closer to me, too close to me.
"Failed ? Beyoncé this is not a fail." He replied referencing the C+ written in red on my test.
"It is, I'm not used to having this type of grade." I say with a frown while snatching my test away from him.
"Well welcome to college life baby. Believe me in college a C+ is a good grade." He finally backed away.
"If you say so." I say with a shrug. Easy to say when you can afford not to show up to class because your parents cut a huge check to the school every year and that with or without a degree you're going to be named the head of the family firm.
