FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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The amount of nervousness coursing through my body right now.... Outrageous. I've known that she was coming for weeks. I helped her plan the trip. So why am I feeling so high strung? Maybe because I haven't physically seen her in so long. It's just distance jitters.

I swallow thickly as I stand inside of the bus station. She should be here any minute... any second... any...

My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her.

In black leggings, a college sweatshirt, her faux locs in a tight bun and a scowl on her face, is my Janae.
She's carrying her duffle bag wearing a smaller Michael Kors bag on her back. Her eyes are looking around and I smile when she sees me.

Her scowl melts away and she smiles back. Her steps pick up and I take her duffle bag from her when she's close enough. She throws her arms around my neck as she hugs me.

"Hi, baby." I put my head in her neck and hold her close to me.

"I missed you so much." Her speech is muffled on account of her face being buried into my body.

"I missed you too."

I revel in the feeling of having her close before she grabs my hand in hers. We walk out of the building and I guide her to where I parked.

"How was your ride?" I ask as I open the back door and put her bag on the seat.

"I slept through most of it. The lady sitting next to me smelled like my grandma. Not the one that smells like mint. The other one with the sweet scent, it was comforting."

She says as we get into the car. I laugh at her reference. She's always talking about that woman. Janae loves her paternal grandmother but she think she smells weird and she hates it.

"Like who wants to smell mint all the time? It's them little candies she be eating. I be tryna tell her but she don't listen."

"Or maybe she doesn't care." I say as I look at her. She narrows an eye at me. "Maybe she likes smelling like minty chocolate candy."

I start the car and she pulls me by my chain over the center console.

"You really gonna pull out of this lot without giving me a kiss?"

I smile at her and lick my lips. She's so demanding.

I love it.

"No." I kiss her, tasting her cherry lip gloss and spreading it to her tongue. After what feels like several minutes, I'm hard and her fingers are grabbing my arm. I draw back and look at her.

"You want to get fucked in this parking lot or something?"

"...no. I want to go eat first... then get ate." She says. She's completely serious and I laugh as I back out of the lot.

"Where you want food from, Loca?"

"What I tell you about calling me that? I'm not crazy."

I side eye her and she flicks my forehead.

"I'm not. And if I am, it's your fault." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"I never said it wasn't." I put my hand on her thigh and squeeze as I drive. "You told your mom you were coming out here, right?"

"Yeah. I told her two days ago and sent her the confirmation email for the bus ride and everything. She just wanted to make sure I was gonna be good out here. She knows you got kicked off campus so she was worried about you and where I was gonna be."