Princess is the only one who has been on my nerves since I arrived here in Oakland.
I slowly looked up while holding my phone. I stared at her. She was smiling, staring back at me like she had been waiting for this moment. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.
The classroom was still settling down. Chairs scraped against the floor. A few people were still talking quietly. The air smelled like paper and markers and the faint perfume someone had sprayed too much of.
My eyes stayed on her.
"Dude, what is wrong with you? Have you been thinking about who I was fucking since last night that you can't even wait to know…" I muttered, trying not to attract eyes, even when I could feel some already on us.
She didn't even look embarrassed.
"Just tell me, who you fucked last night." She said, looking adamant.
Her voice was low but stubborn.
