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Sunlight filtered through the smoggy windows of FuckedUrBitch University as students evacuated for a drill. The classroom buzzed with the chaotic energy of prime-era rappers. Stokeley and Jarad passed a blunt, while Kentrell and Johnathan battled in Mario Kart. Amidst the noise, Michael’s arms slid possessively around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear. “Mmm… Babygirl, you fine as hell,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. Jarad’s laughter cut through the haze. “TRIPPIE, YOU FUCKIN’ WHIPPED!!” Michael spun around, face flushing with teenage indignation. “SHUT UP, NIGGA!!”