We walk in to school together, my arm around Dainy, her hand in my back pocket. There was no time to talk earlier and school isn't the place to discuss shit unless we want eyes and ears on us the entire time, which we don't.

Truth is, I'm okay with not talking about stuff and letting my actions speak for itself, but Dainy would want to talk.

Females love to ‘discuss things', name it, brand it.

I'm a man, I hate that shit, it's way too much effort. I know after practice ...