Casey in the MM.
"Case, girl, you need to get out more. Cause...damn." My best friend said to me as she watched me, hunched over my books. Her name is Mya, but I call her My.
I looked at her a slightly rolled my eyes. "Well geez My. My fault, but failing this damn class isn't exactly an option right now."
I'm closing out my first year of Law School at Columbia, and it's kicking my ass. I'm studying to be a civil rights attorney but it's harder than I thought.
"When's the last time you fucked?" She asked. "Cause I'm damn sure that 'Street Law: A Course In Practical Law' isn't doing the trick." She said, reading the cover of one of my textbooks.
"For your information, I had a guy over yesterday." I replied.
"Bitch.." She said letting out a chuckle. "You ain't gotta lie to me now. But, I know one thing, you're getting out of this damn apartment. Go get dressed. We got plans."
I sighed. "What plans?" I asked, closing my books and tossing my highlighter.