Jasmine’s pov

Three days later…

“Momma, love you”

“Love you too, momma”

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek, I ruffled his hair slightly and smiled at him.

We’re currently outside Davis’s classroom. I adjusted his collar and tucked in his shirt properly.

“Be a good boy, don’t fight with your friends.. ok?”

He tilted his head and looked inside his classroom, no, he glared at his classroom.. he scoffed.

“Ok.. what’s this face about?” I asked him.

He didn’t reply, he just fixed his gaze at a boy sitting behind his (Davis’s) desk.

“Promise momma you’re not gonna fight him”

He still didn’t say anything, he simply collected his...