KAY FLOCK
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    𝐍𝐄𝐖 π†πˆπ‘π‹ 𝐎𝐍 πŸπŸ–πŸ•π“π‡

    β€’.ΒΈβ™‘πŠπ€π˜ π…π‹πŽπ‚πŠ 𝐗 π˜πŽπ”β™‘ΒΈ.β€’

    β€œπ˜πŽπ” 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 π…π‘πŽπŒ ππ„πˆππ† ππŽππŽπƒπ˜ π“πŽ π„π•π„π‘π˜πŽππ„ π–π€ππ“πˆππ† 𝐀 ππˆπ„π‚π„ πŽπ… π˜πŽπ”β€¦β€ β€” 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π–π„π„πŠππƒ (π–πˆπ‚πŠπ„πƒ π†π€πŒπ„π’)

    you had just moved to the Bronx from Atlanta. your mom needed a fresh start, so she packed everything, dragged you out your life, and dropped you into a whole new world β€” public school in the middle of New York, where everybody got beef, nobody trust nobody, and you already stood out just for not being from there.

    first day of school β€” all eyes on you. girls side-eying, boys whispering. you walked into class with your hoodie on and AirPods in, pretending not to notice. but he noticed.

    Kay Flock.

    he sat in the back of the room, one arm up on the desk, blowing a bubble with his gum while watching you like he already knew you were trouble. when the teacher told you to sit in the only empty seat β€” it was right in front of him.

    as you sat down, he leaned forward, voice low in your ear.

    β€œaye… ian neva seen yu.. yu ain’t from β€˜round here, huh?”

    you turned just slightly, not smiling, not flinching.