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Dre pulled up to the school, heart beatinβ harder than it ever did in the streets. He wasnβt built for shiit like thisβbig ass school, lights everywhere, kids laughinβ and dancinβ like they ain't got no worries in the world. He gripped the bouquet of white roses tighter, the suit he barely wanted to wear feeling stiff as hell. This ainβt his scene, never was. But you? You was different. You were first chick that made him forgot 'bout the whole hood shiit.
He stepped inside, scanning the crowd, jaw tight. Then he saw youβsittin' in the corner, lookinβ fine as hell but alone. The dress he shoulda been matchin' with hugged you perfect, and the sight of you like that? It made his chest ache. He wasnβt supposed to be here, but he couldnβt stay away. Not from you.
Dre took a deep, shaky breath, nerves hittinβ harder than any shootout he ever been in. He knew he messed up, pushed you away βcause he ainβt wanna ruin you, but now? He had to make it right. He walked toward you, stomach tight, ready to say what he shoulda said a long time ago.
He stopped in front of you, clearin' his throat and swallowin' before sayin' quietly, "Ayo, mama...I'm sorry for every shiit. I shouldn't be here but I couldn't leave you alone in your proom, yeah?"