D.N.A

Kendrick-

After swiping my card for parking and going to get my schedule and ID picture taken, I walked over to the Walgreens across from campus. I don't know why but I was craving a Mango Arizona. I walked over to the coolers and found the dollar bottle of juice. I went to the register and purchased the juice along with a bottle of gum. After my purchase I put my headphones blasting some old school Snoop Dogg.

I walked across the street and back inside the campus I pulled out my iD flashing it to the security guard who acknowledged that he saw it. I pulled out my schedule and saw that my first class was African American Studies in room X206.

I walked over to the stairs deciding not to be lazy and take the elevator. I made it up stairs and I followed the arrow that said X200-x209.
I walked down the hall looking at the various posters hanging on the wall. Some about upcoming events that were going to take place, others about tutoring hours and financial aid.

Finally, I found the classroom I looked inside and what I saw almost took my breath away. A chocolate goddess she was sitting in front of the room with her mac book and text book out, she was popping her bubble gum and tapping her feet.

I looked down on my schedule and back behind me before walking in. She looked up and me and I smiled. She smiled back. "This seat taken?" I asked. "No," she responded.

She looked good as fuck dressed in an Adidas hoodies some black leggings and a pair of black Nike sandals her toes were painted a pretty yellow. She had some sexy ass feet, I could picture her putting them in my lap while I massaged them. Cute feet was a must I couldn't be seen with big foot.

I sat down trying to stop looking at her so hard. I pulled out my notebook and pen trying to look studious. "I'm Kendrick," I said holding out my hand.

"Jazmine," she replied. "That's a pretty name," I replied. "Thanks," she half smiled looking from me back over to her laptop. She was on some fashion website called Polovore.

She had her music down low but she was playing one of my favorite PAC songs. I knew that song all too well.

"Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun, cuz they got me on the run," we both began to rap in unison. We laughed as we continued rapping to the song.

"What you know about PAC girl," I laughed.

"He's a legend, I have all his albums one of my favorite rappers," she laughed.

Damn beauty, and great taste in music. ✅✅

"So what other songs you like by PAC and please don't say dear mama, keep ya head up and California love lol niggas say PAC and they think them the only songs he got.,"

"Exactly, I hate that but plus pac has so many good songs I get around, Brenda's got a baby, girlfriend, thugz mansion, life goes on, changes, I ain't mad at cha, so many good songs," she said shaking her head.

"What a good girl like yaself doing listening to PAC?" I smirked.

"Boy don't be fool my taste in music will you crying, wanting to shoot a nigga and feeling lit all in one, I like all types of music, plus my brothers put me on game PAC snoop ice cub all that," she replied.

"Word How many brothers you got?" I asked.

"Three, Devin, Stephan and Jermaine, and I have a sister crystal, what about you do you have any siblings?" She asked.

McKenzie flashed through my mind instantly changing my mood.

"Uh yeah well not anymore I had a sister Kenzie," I replied somberly.

"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Nah it's okay you ain't know," I responded. She nodded looking around the room.

"So where you from?" I asked changing the subject.

"Philadelphia, you?" She asked.

"Compton," I replied.

"Okay okay I have always wanted to go to California, I know it's nice out there," she replied.

"Yeah it's beautiful, I miss it this Georgia bullshit dead," I said as we both laughed.

"I agree I moved down here two months ago with my brother Jermaine and his wife Beyoncé. I came out here to get a tour of the school and fell in love with the campus and the environment then when I get down here I was ready to go home," she laughed.

"True, I moved down here the other day with my aunt and uncle I got into a situation back home and ma wasn't going she want to me to this degree so I'm down here doing just that," I responded.

"Well that's a plus most young men drop out of school or turn to the streets but you're getting your degree that says something," she smiled.

I smiled back at her I had to quickly look away because I couldn't help but stare at her luscious lips. I wanted to kiss them badly. A few students started piling in the room so I couldn't ask her anymore questions but I wanted to know more about her.

During the attendance taking I found out her name was Jazmine Sullivan, she also told the class that was a tutor and she tutored for math, history classes as well as English. Good cause a nigga was about to be dumb in all them subjects.

For the whole class period I ignored what the professor was saying and focused on Jazmine, small things like the tattoos on her wrist, the yellow diamond in her ring, the yellow diamond necklace, her toes were painted yellow, yellow phone case, yellow computer cover, so that definitely meant yellow was her favorite color.

When she was taking notes I noticed she had some of the neatest handwriting. I watched the way she moved her strand of hair to the back of ear and rubbed her temples as she was focusing on the worksheet that we were given.

It was fifteen facts about you I was so focused on her shit I hadn't even wrote down mines. My thoughts were snapped when I heard my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I pulled out seeing a text from my moms.

Ma 👩‍👦: Just wanted to tell you I love you and I'm proud of you, stay focused.

I chuckled my momma was always popping out of nowhere.

Me: I luv you too ma and I promised I'm focused.

I put my phone back in my pocket and tried to pay attention to the class but I couldn't my focus drifting back to Jazmine every five seconds 🙄