Omar Epps as Quincy "Q"

"We like the cars the cars that go boom..." Y/N mumbled in an animated tone while creating a beat on the metal locker.

"Are we supposed to sing along to that?" Kayla, Y/N's friend questioned looking up from the homework she was copying down.

Over the loud noise in the hallway the tune stopped, "Yes, you are. I let you borrow my homework and what do you give me in return? Nada."

"Mhm. It looks like Quincy wants to give you something and it ain't homework." Kayla's slender finger pointed across the hallway.

Y/N rolled her eyes and faced Kayla. She wasn't interested in Q. He was a player. His current girlfriend was a twenty-one year old. What was he looking at Y/N for? The bell rang alerting the students that it was time for class. Bodies moved from left to right trying to make it to class before the final bell rang.

"Wassup, Y/N!" Quincy gazed into her eyes.

"Hey, Q. Long time no see, huh?" Y/N smirked seeing that he had no bookbag.

Quincy never went to school. He was always at the illegal arcade with fatass Steel and crazy-ass Bishop. There was no way he was making it to the next grade unless he started coming back to class.

Q walked with Y/N placing his slender arm over her shoulder, "You coming to the DJ contest tonight at the club?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. You're in the contest right?"

"Of course I am, girl! You know me. I don't ever miss a beat." Quincy stuck his tongue out and popped his imaginary collar out of arrogance.

"Don't get too cocky now! You act like you don't know nobody ever since you been hangin' with Steel and Bishop." Her jealousy was seeping out at an alarming rate.

He gave her a stale face, "You jealous. Come on, ma. You know how this goes."

"Bye, Quincy." Y/N shrugged his heavy arm off her shoulder proceeding to the classroom.

She felt like an idiot. Hell, the whole school looked at her as one. Y/N and Q had a past. Their relationship on the basis of sex. But, both of them caught feelings for each other. Until Steel and Bishop told him "bros before hoes". He left her hanging and started banging other bitches.

Quincy watched her walk into the classroom without him. He huffed and turned to make his way back to his friends. Y/N was one of the best people he had in his life. She supported him through thick and thin. Even when his mother shited on his music career, Y/N was right there helping him spin records.

"You know you should really go to the club to see him tonight." Kayla flicked her pen towards Y/N after she sat down at the desk.

"I'll think about it."

And she was thinking all day. She walked into the club maneuvering through the sweaty bodies. Two DJ's were battling. People were everywhere. All on the main floor and on the balconies. Kayla got sick last minute and couldn't come so Y/N was all alone.

"I thought you weren't coming." Looks like Q found her first.

Her face glowed despite the darkness of the club, "You better win tonight."

The two of you were oblivious to the movement of the crowd. Just the two of you right now. Standing still. Waiting for the next move.

"When do you play?" Y/N asked wiping some of the sweat off her forehead.

"After them. So right about now."

The crowd cheered who was the best DJ. And then boo'd the loser off of the platforms. Y/N was nervous about Quincy. She chewed on her glossed lips to show that. It was a tough crowd. They were ruthless and only wanted raw music.

"Good luck." She moved closer and adjusted her voice to the volume of the room.

"Now that you're here. I don't need it."

He gave her one last smile and went towards the platform ready to scratch some records and turn heads. Y/N's heart ached to see him walk away. He was trying. She had to act quickly. Stepping forward she grabbed his arm before pulling him in for a kiss.

"Knock em dead mista' DJ."

"You know it."

Of course, he had won the contest that night. Y/N embraced him as soon as he hit the main floor. Q was the happiest man in the world. He deserved all of the attention. He was good at what he did and didn't let his stupid friends stop him.

"That other dude looked like he was ready to shit his pants after you beat his ass tonight." Y/N reminisced about the recent events as Quincy walked Y/N home.

He laughed, "I'm just glad that the crowd thought I was dope."

"You have always been dope. Quit trippin'."

"Not without you I wasn't."

Y/N stopped in her tracks, "You serious?"

He nodded closing the space between them. He needed to finish what Y/N started. His plump lips kissed hers gripping her chin to tilt her head back. Y/N kissed back passionate. This kiss was different from their old ones. There was love behind the kiss. Quincy pecked her lips one last time before pulling away.

"Come on, let's go."

Author's Note: this ain't have no sex scene. I wanted to do something cute. and this was the image for it. lol.

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