Kyrah
2 months later
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2 months have passed by since Tariq and I have been broken up. While i'm currently working on myself and focusing on self-love, I have no clue what Tariq is up to. He hasn't been home and we haven't been talking.

I'm not gonna sit here and lie to myself and say I don't miss him because I do. I miss him a lot. But things went way too fast. It's safe for me to say that I wasn't ready to be in a relationship. This breakup made me realize that. And if we happen to end up together again..i'm gonna make sure i'm happy and in love with myself first.

I got a job at Victoria Secret and i'm saving up to get my own apartment soon. Being in the same house as my ex is gonna drive me crazy and I don't want that to happen because I've improved so much.

My friendships with Sheik and Hailey have grown stronger. We hang out almost every day.

I'm content with myself right now.

I feel good.

I feel like can't nobody stop me from reaching what i'm trying to get.

Because I'm not gonna let them. Period.

I discovered that i'm good at graphic designs and will be majoring for that in college.

I had to really get in touch with myself and be like "Kyrah...what the fuck can you do?"

I found the answers and I'm gonna pursue them.

That's just that on that.

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"Kyrah Hart report to the front office please, Kyrah Hart." the intercom blasted through the speakers. Everybody turned their heads to look at me. I'm just as confused as they is. I'm never called to the office.

"She scared." some boy said that was followed by a little laughter from the class. That shit was not even funny.

I grabbed my bag because class is almost over and by the time i'm done talking to whoever it's gonna be time to go home.

The whole time i'm walking to the office my mind is just running down a list of what they possibly want to see me about. My grades are good, my gpa is good, we just took acts...I don't know how I did on that.

"Kyrah." I turned around and seen Jess. I turned back around and kept on walking. "I gotta tell you something." She was walking up closer to me.

"I thought you hated me after that night. I don't got nothing to say to you." I said.

"I don't hate you. I just don't like how yo boyfriend beat my friend up like that."

"Jess that's not my problem. I didn't tell him to go do that he chose to do it. I didn't even know. Yo lil friend likes to bet on females and see if he can hit them. So yeah he deserved that beating."

"Bitch Kam would never do that shit. That's how I know you lying." She said.

I rolled my eyes. I don't have time for this. "Why are you following me if all you wanted to do is start an argument?"

"Cuz, Tariq was at my house last night...we wasn't doing too much talkin-"

"Jessica...shut yo lying ass up. You literally seen me walking in the hallway and followed me just to tell me some bullshit. Look, I don't give a fuck what Tariq does with any girl because we are not together anymore. If you come at me again with some shit like this I won't hesitate to beat yo ass like I did Winter. Now leave me the fuck alone."

Her face twisted up at my response. "So you don't care that he let me suck his dick last night?"

"You should've choked."

"What?"

I opened the office door leaving her out there looking stupid. Tariq would never.

To think that me and her used to be friends. Pitiful.

"Kyrah Hart?" The lady behind the desk asked me. I nodded.

"Ms. Carol wants to see you."

Ms. Carol is the senior counselor. What the hell she want with me?

I opened the door and seen her sitting behind her desk with her eyes focused on the computer...and got damn Tariq.

He looked at me for a quick second and then back at his phone.

I sat down in a seat. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes I need a favor from you miss Hart."

"Okay...what?"

"Tariq here has been failing his algebra class. You're at the top of all your classes now, would you mind tutoring him?"

"You can't get nobody else to do this?"

She looked at me with a stern expression. "No." was all she answered with.

"I don't need no damn tutor. If I fail I just fail." he said.

"Being a football player and failing a math class isn't a good look. If there is no progression I'll have no choice but to notify coach and have him remove you off of the team."

He huffed and rubbed his hands down his face.

"So, Ms. Hart, even though you don't have a choice i'll still ask. Will you help Mr. Williams here pass?"

I sighed. Working with him better not be difficult.

"Alright." I said.

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Tariq not even here for me to tutor him. He left the house about an hour ago. I don't care because I gotta go to work anyway.

An hour later

I was placing all of the perfumes where they were suppose to go. Even taking notes on which ones I'm gonna buy.

"Excuse me?"

I look behind me and see a tall brown skin guy.

"I need help with something real quick. Do you mind?"

"No not at all." I say as I put the last perfume box up. "Aight so my girl's birthday coming up and I wanna get her sum nice. She always talking about this store, I ain't know it was dis damn girly though." He made a face and looked all around him. I laughed a little. "Yeah for a guy this may be overwhelming. What are you looking for?"

"I don't know. I was hoping you could pick it out for me. Cuz you know—I'm a nigga and ion' know too much bout-"

"You don't have to explain I understand." I said.

He smiled.

It took me about 30 minutes before picking up the right set of lingerie for his girl. One set was sexy and romantic and another was—I wouldn't say casual, but comfortable. They're on sale too so he's gonna be saving some money.

"I picked these out. I don't know her size I forgot to ask that but-"

"Nah that's perfect." He said. "Thank you." He added. He stared at me longer than usual. This nigga cute. His girlfriend a lucky one.

I broke eye contact and headed to the register to check him out. "How much are those perfumes over there?"

"Not cheap...they're like $80."

"Oh yeah i'ma pass on that." he said with no hesitation at all.

"Damn like that? It's her birthday though."

"This all she getting. I'm not spending $80 just for her to use it for some other nigga."

Well, this is a little awkward.

"I don't mean to be nosey but has she...cheated?"

He sighed. "Yeah, but I still love her though. She got me through hard times."

I took the security ink thing off both of the lingeries. "I feel that." I said. I can't really say much because I don't know him. I really wanna say I would not waste my money on someone who cheated on me. But then again, I don't know the "hard times" he went through and how she brought him through it.

People are different though. Some can stay in a relationship and get cheated on back to back. Others leave if they get cheated on once. I'm part of the others category. I wish I would get cheated on.

"34.56." I said. He put his card in the machine and punched in his pin.

I put the clothes in a bag and handed it to him. "Kyrah? Did I say that right?" He looked at my name tag and then at me.

"Yeah, yours?"

"Kolby but my nickname Junior."

I nodded.

"Is it cool if I can get your number?" He asked.

"You got a girl-"

"I'm on some friendly shit I promise."

I looked at him to see if he was lying. He ain't give me no flirting vibes. He seems nice. I wrote down my number on a sticky note and made sure my boss or the manager wasn't around before giving it to him. He smiled and put it in his pocket. "Ima hit you up aight?" He said as he was leaving the store.

"I would hope so." I said jokingly.

Got a new friend added to the list.

A/n: SO i was suppose to update last night and it's 3 in the morning now😭 y'all i fell asleep. I was tied.
Kyrah gotta tutor Tariq...pffffft.
Kolby buying his girl victoria secret even tho she cheated ummmmmmmm.
anyways. this chapter was dry but it's because i'm tired. I woke up at 1 just to finish this.
hopefully y'all still enjoyed.

January 20, 2020