You were mad at your boyfriend, you both were with other people whenever yall were on a “break” but it didn’t seem to matter. You both were on and off so it wasn’t anything new. Tyrique kept calling and texting, and you wouldn’t pick up.

On Monday you came to school with your friend group and he walked up to you. His arms crossed and his baggy pants sagging, he had that dumb look on his face and his favorite beanie on.

”Woman, how come you don’t be answering any of my messages? What’s up wit dat? You jeepin’ behind my back?” Tyrique asked, clearly tense. You could tell whenever he sucked his cheeks.