Chapter Text
CH.1 — tags and teasing . ❤︎
( skip to T . M . ACT THREE - BACK OF M . D . , if you don ‘ t want to read through background information . )
T . M . ACT ONE - CAMPUS HALL .
RING . . .
The large , intricate designed doors bursted open at the front of the school . Atop layers and layers of individually and carefully crafted architecture, were beautiful colors mixing together .
Day one , the most tiring yet exciting day of college . It could be filled with new experiences and people — emotions , but as well as fear . A pale yet sun - kissed skinned boy with captivating blue eyes walked .
His outfit — oh , the best of all , yes . His dark and light mixed hair matched perfectly . The boy , Zanka , had perfectly layered baggy and body framing clothing that enunciated themself around his body with every step . The jewelry around his neck and slim fingers jingled , even with a simple shake .
Even his —
BUMP . . . clink .
Zanka sucked at his teeth , his shoulder rolling back as someone else fully slammed into him . Another boy his age . Much more . . . handsome ?
Zanka held onto his shoulder bag for stability as the other boy balanced . He finally let his vision clear — and couldn ‘ t make one proper thought .
[ ? ? ? ]
“ Ooooh , my bad , man . . Ain ‘ t realize I was walkin ‘ so — “
The two paused . Zanka lost his breath for a moment , while the other student glanced between his eyes — a nervous grin creeping up . His grin was so . . . addictive . There was a certain , rather comical , strip of sunlight that shone in from the large universities windows that perfectly hued their skin .
— That in which also deepened their nose and cheek blush color .
[ GRIN ]
“ Ha . . . you a looker , ain ‘ t ya . . ? “
Zanka quickly fluttered his lashes , turning away without a word and leaving the other boy in place . Zanka swiftly hid his head into his collar , making small yet firm strides down the hall .
The student he bumped into just now stood with a confused yet glue - stuck smile. His newly done locs running down to his hips and spinning in his free hand ‘ s fidget . The boy let his surprised expression die down , but his grin remain .
“ You gon’ be fun . . . “
He looked down at his ring covered fingers in a fist , opening his palm to a small ita - bag name tag .
“ Zanka . “
T . M . ACT TWO - CLASS 4D .
The classroom was vastly different than any other . It was wide and decorated , posters and lights lining the walls adding it ‘ s own charm to it .
The tables were spread out fairly evenly and wide , this definitely was no other university .
At the front of the class room , wherever that was , was a wide table completely cleared . A woman sat behind the table , sitting in a stool while leaning back against the board behind her . Her heels propped up on the table , a magazine in her hand .
She had buzzed — light pink hair to match her lipstick . The way the soft pink slimmed her brown skin in was beautiful . She was damn glued to the magazine .
Whatever it was . . .
The woman never bothered to look up as students began to walk in . Even despite their eccentric appearance and outfits , she didn’t seem to bother . The bell — loud and clear .
She finally stood up from her stool , letting herself get up by pushing the stool back . She slapped the magazine shut , looking at everyone getting settled in a seat .
[ ORDERLY ]
“ Quiet ! Just for a minute , that is .”
The plethora of overlapping conversation paused , leaving any kind of noticeable difference in the room to become the main focus . The woman dropped her magazine on the table while leaning against the edge .
A . . . woman ‘ s porn magazine .
“ Grier . Mrs . Grier , to you all . “
Silence .
“ I ‘ ll be teaching you the fundamentals to clothing construction . Without proper , hands on experience and training you can ‘ t . . . “
Mrs . Grier went on and on , explaining things that outta bore anyone who was right in their mind . Though , that would quickly end at a piercing step at the door . Stood at the door , a lanky . . familiar boy with laying free locs .
She kept her hands planted onto the table , letting her gaze do the work . Everyone shifted focus to follow hers , even a certain someone .
[ GRIT ]
“ You ‘ re lucky I haven ‘ t gotten to know any ones ‘ s name . “
The boy pushed his back pack up by a little , grinning with a crease in his brow .
“ My fault , professor . . . “
. . . He glanced at the spread out , seated class — letting his eyes fall on someone . He quickly looked back at the board .
“ I - I mean , Mrs . Grier . “
She huffed , already sensing he might be an issue for the year . Mrs . Grier nodded slowly , raising a hand to motion at the only free seat near the back of the class . She silently said : ‘ Sit . ‘
Mrs . Grier seemingly began to end her speech , scanning everyone in the room with infatuation .
“ That ‘ ll be all from me for now . Any questions should be taken up now or privately later . I ‘ d like this day to be an adjustment , which means looking over expectations online , alright ? “
The class hummed out lazy , early morning answers in an overlap of words . Mrs . Grier nodded her head like to bob it to a beat , plopping back into her stool and dragging her longer nails back to the magazine .
T . M . ACT THREE - BACK OF 4D .
Awkward . Silence .
Everyone in the room was already getting along with the others around them , well , everyone except — Zanka and . . ?
The boy with locs leaned into his palm , letting his eyelids fall short and deep . He stared at Zanka as the two sat nearly shoulder touching .
“ Name ‘ s Jabahri . Though , someone special like you . . . You can just call me — “
[ DISGUSTED ]
“ Jabber . I know . “
Jabber grinned , leaning his head under Zanka ‘ s chin to get a better look at him . An attempt to get under his skin . Zanka grimaced , pushing Jabber away by the chin .
His soft locs brushing over Zanka ‘ s arm making him shiver .
“ Oouuh ~ , you a smart ass , huh ? I like that in a guy . “
Jabber muttered out as his head faulted back without a struggle. His adam’s apple being the main focus to Zanka . Zanka glanced down , quickly turning his whole body .
No , no , avoid confrontation . . .
[ TEASING ]
“ Two can play at that game , Zan - zan ~ . . . “
Zanka snapped his head at Jabber , gripping onto his pencil as he stopped filling out his note book page .
“ K — h - how do you know my na — “
Jabber smirked at him, reaching under his large black coat , pulling out a make shift necklace with the name - tag of Zanka ‘ s clipped on it . Zanka ‘ s eyes squinted before snapping out and wide .
“ Give that - ! “
There was an abrupt interruption as a piercing , feminine voice made it ‘ s way to the back of the classroom . Mrs . Grier .
“ What ‘ s with all the fussing ! ? You ‘ re both grown , act like it ! “
Zanka scoffed , scooting his chair away with a petty look plastered on his face . Jabber , well , leaned back and lifted the necklace to his face , biting on it .