Dimitri Marcello

Today is going okay other than the tension. Honestly I think the tension is only between Amir and I. I feel like Day don't even give a damn.

I flip through all of Day's papers.

He's doing great. I'm glad he's pulling up the grade from his trip. I counted it as an exam which wasn't very great for his average.

I go in my desk and grab a sticky note. I scribble on it and stick it to all his work. I look around and everyone is concentrating on their test.

The test that nigga turned in early.
I pause.

I get up and walk over to Day's desk. He looks up at me tense and stiff. I hand him his papers and lean down. I point to the sticky note.

When I turn around Amir's eyes are on me looking me up and down like he really about to do some shit.

Leap lil froggy.

I keep my expression normal. He watches me walk back to my desk.

Bitch nigga.

The bell rings and everyone packs there shit up. I sit on my desk while everyone hands their test in. I hand them their worksheets in return.

Amir hands his in and takes tonights homework away from me. He eyes me the whole time while he walks to the door. He stands there waiting for Day.

Mane, I'd fuck Day right in front of him.

I hand day the homework and he grabs it, but I don't let it go.

"Keep your grades up," I tell him as he tries to tugs on the paper.

"I know," he says, his eyebrows low and his face straight.

He's doing his work. I admit. I just wouldn't want him to blow his future.

He just looks up at me.

"Can I have my homework Mr. Marcello?" He tries to say as best as he can.

Good job.

I press my lips together and nod.

"Okay," I tell him in a different tone.

I let him have the paper.

He slowly looks away from me and goes to Amir. Amir stares at me as he wraps his arm around Day's shoulder.

I should call his ass out, but I'm staying in my place. Fuck both of em.

Day Valentine

I shake out of Amir's grip. He grabs my hand, turns me around fast so I can look up at him. I can read the annoyance on his face.

Don't do it.

"So what was that about?" He asks me with a straight face.

"Some bullshit," I sign.

Fact.

He scrunches his eyebrows and shift his weight on his feet.

"Bullshit?" He asks getting loud and adding mad attitude to it.

I scrunch my eyebrows and cross my arms.

"Ye-ah," I make clear.

"I'm not allowed to ask?" He asks and steps back some.

Huh?

"You can ask, but you can ask me without all that extra fuck nigga shit."

"Did we forget that you was in a wild ass relationship with that nigga," he signs fast.

I hold my hands up and cross my arms.

"Wrong," I shake my head.

"Wrong?" Mir signs.

"No relationship," I tell him.

He scoffs. I uncross my arms.

"Why are you questioning me like I'm fucking with that nigga?" I ask.

"Cause I can," he puts a little base in his voice.

I stand there searching for shit to say.

Why is he hitting me with the bs like he scary.

Who he scaring?

"Ima tell you once and one time only," I struggle to say.

There's pinching in my throat. I try to clear it out as best as I can.

"Don't question me about Dimitri ever again," I sign and start walking away from him.

That shit is over.

"Hey," he calls me and grabs my hand.

I turn around mad and kind of hurt. I'm never thinking about Dimitri.

That was a lie.

I don't about Dimitri in that way and if I do, I push it back into the farthest corner of my brain. Mir shouldn't worry about it if I'm not.

He's my best friend.

"I don't have time for drama yo," I sign.

He sighs and rolls his eyes lightly.

"Can you blame me for asking though?" He asks.

I back up and my back hits the cold wall. He props his hand up by my head.

"Can you blame me?" He asks again with raised eyebrows, low key trying to look soft so I'll ease up.

I just look at him taking in everything about him.

Ugh.

"I'm not moving," he laughs.

If I wanted to move him I could and I would.

"You stay forgetting that I let you get away with shit. You just don't get away with shit by yourself that's not how this works," I tell him seriously, but jokingly all in the same moment.

I'll dead him.

"Chill," he sings and wraps his arms around my waist.

He needs to chill with the public shit.

I can't complain too much. Dimitri was worse.

"We gone be okay lil nigga just hold on tight," He lays his head on me and I can't help, but hug him back.

"I love you," he says.

When I don't respond he pulls away and gives me a dumb ass look.

"Okay," he nods.

I stuff my hands in his hoodie.

"I love you."

I really do.

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