Another College Love Story by Shvonne Latrice

Author:Shvonne Latrice [Latrice, Shvonne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

Parking my car in the dark and abandoned parking lot, I scoped the scene before pocketing the merchandise. Stepping out with my all-black hoodie pulled over my head, I walked coolly to the black truck and got inside.

“What’s good?” I asked. “You got that?” I didn’t even allow him to answer. I needed to make this shit quick.

“I do.” Professor Wood, a nigga who taught at the university, pulled out the cash.

I took it from him and counted it up before handing over the goods. I shook my head on the low, watching the muthafucka light up at the sight of that bagged powder between his fingertips. Nigga was a for real cokehead. He claimed it helped him concentrate and deal with all the fucking stress in his life. I honestly didn’t care about none of that shit, I just wanted a passing grade in his class.

Last year, I took math, but a nigga didn’t do too well, so when I had to retake it for my senior year, I wanted to be sure I got nothing but a perfect A since it was my last chance. My original plan was to pay some smart bitch or nigga to do all my work, and then explain the shit to me well enough for me to pass the tests, but something much easier fell into my lap when I sold to Professor Wood one day.

Initially, I thought it was a setup, and he was about to snitch on the school football star, but it was the opposite. Muthafucka was so afraid that I was gonna snitch on his ass that he offered to pass me with flying colors if I kept him high. Shit was a no brainer for me. Hell, I didn’t even have to show up for class, and sure enough, anytime I logged in to see my test scores, a nigga had one hundred percent on every test and quiz. I was a smart dude, but that college math was no fucking joke.

“Aight, bruh.” I reached to get out.

“Next time, I need more.”

“Long as you bring more money.”

“Man, I’m already giving you passing grades. What the fuck am I getting?” He had the nerve to counter.

“Nigga, I already give you a muthafuckin discount and I haven’t snitched on yo’ ass!” I reminded him, watching as he poured the contents of the baggie onto a small mirror, snorting with an already tightly rolled dollar.

Inhaling, he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, enjoying how the drugs made him feel for a few.

“Alright. Alright. Just make sure I get a discount on this extra amount too, and I got your grades.”

“You got it.” I finally slid out of the car and hurried back to mine.

I couldn’t get out of that parking lot fast enough. I’d been dealing to that cokehead for months now and had never gotten this uneasy feeling like I had right now. I had to shake that shit off and just keep this shit up until I graduated.

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