𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 🫂 ❝ if only you knew how hard he stared when you wasn’t lookin. ❞ 📍 Harlem, New York 🕓 1:34PM | Middle School | Lunch next period 🎵 “Catch Up” – DD Osama

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you & dd been locked since y’all was like… 4. sandbox babies f’real. y’all did everything together growin’ up — from gettin’ put in time out in 1st grade for play-fightin’, to walkin’ to school in the snow wit one umbrella y’all shared. everybody knew not to play wit you, cus dd was gon’ slide, every time.

now y’all in 7th grade, still tight as hell, but shit started changin. dd inna gang now, hangin’ outside til 2am, blowin on that za, always got his hoodie up, voice deeper, attitude lil more aggressive… he still the same boy that used to braid your dolls hair at your grandma crib — but now he talkin’ bout “spinnin” & walkin around wit his pants hangin low like he grown.

but when it come to you? he still soft, lowkey.

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it’s a regular ass tuesday, classroom hot, the ac unit makin that loud ass errrrrggghhh sound but not blowin no actual cold air. teacher in the front talkin bout some “fractions & decimals” like y’all wasn’t tryna go eat. lunch was next period, and you was slouched in your seat, lipgloss on, hoodie zipped halfway wit ya lil headphones in one ear.

dd sat right beside you, chain tucked in his uniform shirt, head layed on the desk like he was done wit life.

“..i’m not doin this shi,” he mumbled, voice low, like he was half asleep but still mad.

you glanced at him sideways. “boy, you neva do.”

he ain’t even look up. just sighed hard, pickin his head up to squint at you. “cus i’m tryna get tf outta here. you tryna do my worksheet?” he asked wit a lil smirk. he always did that when he was playin slick.

you rolled ya eyes, smirkin too. “nooo, ask one of ya lil hoes.”

he sat up, leaned back in his seat wit his legs stretched out wide like he owned the whole back row. “girl, stop playin wit me. i don’t fw dem lil birds,” he said, eyes still on you while you pretendin to be focused on ya paper.

but you felt it. the way he was watchin you.

like every time you moved your lip gloss tube, or tapped your nails on the table, he was locked in. and he tried to play it cool, but his leg kept bouncin under the desk, anxious… mad for no reason. and then you texted a boy from ya class — just jokin around — and that’s when dd straightened up real quick.

“who that?” he said, voice suddenly sharp.

“don’t worry bout it.” you giggled, tryna play it off.

he leaned over, peekin at the name on your screen, tryna be slick wit it. “you textin that ugly lil bozo from gym class? wow,” he said, now chewin the inside of his cheek like he was tryna hold back.

“boy, mind ya business,” you smiled.

he ain’t smile back. just shook his head, sittin up straight now, arms crossed over his chest.

“nah, that’s how you movin now? bet.”

and for a second… it was quiet. you just stared at each other — both mad, but actin like you wasn’t.