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𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐌 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐌 sat slouched in his history class, eyes locked on the teacher as he droned on about something he barely cared to process. His tongue flicked over his lips absentmindedly, and his knee bounced up and down beneath the desk, a restless habit he couldn't shake.

"You can't fool all the people all the time, but you can fool enough to rule a whole country."
The teacher's voice echoed through the room, but Kyomm barely registered it.

Instead, he flicked his wrist, glancing down at his Apple Watch. 11:58. His jaw tightened, and an exasperated sigh slipped through his nose. Class was nowhere near over, and boredom sat heavy on his shoulders like a weight he couldn't shrug off.

Beside him, Jace let out a groan, pressing his palm against his forehead like the lecture was physically draining him. "I hate this class," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in frustration. "He literally talks too damn much."

"Word," Kyomm muttered, his tone flat as he nodded in agreement with Jace. He didn't need to say much—he felt the same way. The teacher's monotonous voice droned on in the background, but Kyomm had long since tuned him out.

Behind him, Tay suddenly lifted his head, his interest piqued by something far more entertaining than the lesson. His lips parted as he licked over them, a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth before he turned toward a girl sitting a few desks away. His voice dropped into that fake smooth tone he always used when trying to impress somebody.

"Yeah, people say I look like DaBaby here and there," he said, tilting his chin slightly like that statement alone gave him some extra status. "You fuck with him?"

The girl, her long braids spilling over her shoulder, gave him a slow blink before flashing a coy smile. With an effortless motion, she flipped her hair behind her back, her manicured fingers grazing over the strands.

"Yeah, I love DaBaby," she replied, her voice light and playful.

Kyomm's eyebrows lifted slightly as he processed that response, unimpressed. Jace, on the other hand, lost all composure. He slapped his palm against the desk, his whole body shaking with laughter.

"Nah, nigga," Kyomm said, cutting in before Tay could soak up anymore false confidence. He shook his head, his expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. "You look like Da Fuck."

Jace damn near fell out of his seat, his laughter escalating to full-blown gasps. Tay, now wearing a deep frown, sucked his teeth, clearly unamused. Without thinking, he snatched a pencil off his desk and flung it in Kyomm's direction.

The wooden projectile sliced through the air before lodging itself right into Kyomm's afro, the tip disappearing into the thick coils like a damn hair accessory.