(18+) Come & Talk to Me: A DeVanté Swing Fanfiction

Chapter 82: Come & Messin' Around

Please excuse ANY grammatical errors.

March 26, 1997

~Tia's P.O.V~

It's my first week working in the library/bookstore at the university I'm attending. Why am I working at a job like this with a career like mines? CREDITS and a REQUIREMENT! I should've been done this a couple of years back but I was so busy with filming a lot of things and traveling because of filming. I'm finally able to take time and have the college experience that I've always dreamed of. This is my last semester and I really want to enjoy the rest of my school time instead of popping up during tests, labs, etc.

I as well as my friends graduate this upcoming summer. Jacob has to retake some classes because he messed up so he won't be graduating with us next semester. Chika dropped out because she said college wasn't for her which I understand. School isn't for everyone. I on the other hand can't wait to graduate because I've never experienced walking across the stage in a cap and gown. I did graduate high school but I didn't walk across the stage because right after school ended, I went off to New York to film.

I needed this class because Book Keeping is part of my credits. I have my needed credits but I will admit that I was slacking in my first and second-semester freshmen year. We all know what occurred back at the end of '92 with the robbery and attempted rape. I received a C for my first semester and a D for my second semester due to EVERYTHING I was going through at the time. So I had to retake the class that I received a D in. I basically  Yes, I know, I broke my promise to myself of never slacking in school but LIFE happens.

"What happened to your ring?" Aldis asked me.

"Huh?" I asked him surprised that I was asked such a personal question from someone I barely know.

"Your ring. It's gone..." He repeated.

"I know..." I told him awkwardly.

"What happened?"

"I'm sorry but that isn't anyone's business," I said with rapidly blinking eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think that question would cause a problem."

"Mmm," I hummed, "it did though."

"I'm sorry. So are you single?"

"You ask a lot of questions." I laughed. "No ring, no boo thing," I said looking through the papers. "How did you notice a ring was gone that's been off my finger for months now?"

"Because I've been paying attention to you for a while now and didn't approach you because you had a ring on your finger."

I stopped what I was doing to look up. "I'm single but also not looking to mingle," I told him.

I know what he was hinting at. However, I'm HIGHLY surprised that I'm even being approached by a darker-skinned black male. In my experience, my hair was always 'TOO nappy for someone of my skin tone.' That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. How does my hair suppose to look!? People are weird as heck for those comments and I avoid those people at all costs. Black dudes say they want black women to be natural until your hair looks like mines. Then it's a problem and you get called all types of names because of the way your hair grew when theirs look the same way or sometimes even kinkier.