Anthessa Wallace is going to college at Honeygrade University. At first, she's excited for the experience. She's going to be around new people, explore new things, and maybe go to a few college parties to really break her out of her shell. But then...
I'm walking through campus when Silas starts walking next to me. "Hey, Hessie." "Hey, Silas." "I need a tutor. You down?"
"You? Tutor?" I question, raising a brow. "Yeah. My foster parents are paying my way through college, so they say I need to succeed or whatever." She says, slightly rolling her eyes.
"Sure. Twenty bucks an hour, though." "You want me to pay you?" She questions, looking at me like I'm crazy. "Uh, yeah," I say to her like she's the crazy one. "If I'm gonna be providing my services, somebody's gonna be paying for them."
"Can I pay you in head? Promise you it's worth it." She replies, a sly grin on her face. Not gonna lie, Silas has some charm about her.
I roll my eyes. "No ma'am, you may not. The only acceptable form of payment is money, whether cold hard cash or Cash App."
She throws her head back and sighs. "Fine. The head would've been worth it, though," She playfully brushes her shoulder against mine. "Ask Raeis." She says, smirking.
"Hardy har har har." I reply sarcastically, rolling my eyes. "Hold on for a sec," We stop walking. "Give me your phone."
I arch a brow. "Why? Are you gonna smash it on the ground or something?" She rolls her eyes. "You already know I ain't like that with you anymore. Just do it, Hessie."
I roll my eyes and sigh. I give her my phone. A second later, she's typing. "Here," She says, giving it back to me. "Now you have my number. Give me yours, too."
I take my phone back. "You know a "please" wouldn't kill you, right?" "Eh, a piece of me kinda dies inside when I use manners," She pulls out her phone. When I don't give it to her, she looks at me expectedly, raising a brow. "Number?"
I let out a breath and roll my eyes. At this point, I'm convinced I won't have eyes anymore with the amount I roll them when I'm around her.
I tell her my number and she types it in. "Bet. I'll text you when to come over to my dorm. See ya later, Hessie."
And with that, she walks a separate way.
.....
I'm reading out loud from a book to Silas, but I notice she's not paying attention. Her chin is resting in her hand, her elbow on her knee, looking away.
I have to say, just looking at her like that, she sure is gorgeous.......
"Silas!" I say. Her head immediately snaps in my direction, me having her attention now. "Huh?" She says, sounding completely clueless.
"Did you even hear a word I said?" "Yeah. Yeeaaahhh. Um, you were talking about..........when the people.....did the thing......and........... Look, this shit is boring, a'ight? I'm surprised I didn't fall asleep."
I squint at her. "I oughta charge you double." "Hell, my parents are paying for this anyway. Them niggas loaded."
I feel like Silas is the human embodiment of the shrug emoji 😑.
"Silas, you need to pay attention. Don't you wanna succeed in college?" "Look, I barely passed high school, solely, purely because I didn't really give a fuck. My foster parents are making me do this, remember? Marty and Jolina think education is important and shit."
"Marty and Jolina?" I question with a raised brow. "Yeah. No offense, but them niggas white as fuck. Like, the nigga's name is Marty. What in the wonder bread is that?"
"You never know. There could be a black dude named Marty somewhere." She looks at me, as if to say, "Really, bitch?"
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"You know what, you got it, fam." I say. "Them niggas go to the country club and eat cheese and crackers with wine. And then have they have the nerve to try to be fancy wit' it, talm 'bout some, "They're hors d'oeuvres, Silas." Nigga, they're cheese. And crackersss. With some wine on the side."
"Ok, ok, I see your point," I say, giggling. Silas is an asshole, but she sure says some funny shit. "Just try to focus, ok?" She sighs. "I'll try."
.....
"What's the answer, Silas?"
She doesn't answer me. She's just looking at me, her face resting in her hands.
"Silas, what's the answer?"
Still nothing.
"Silas!" I practically scream. "Hm?" I sigh. "You did it again. You're not focusing." I say, sounding frustrated.
"I'm sorry. I was, but then I got distracted by how pretty you are." She says matter of factly.
What?
Silas' POV
Some of y'all might think I'm toying with her right now, but I'm really not. Hessie is beautiful. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes, those perfect pink lips, the nose to match. She looks like God painted her. Mona Lisa ain't got shit on her.
I'm not just into white women, though. I ain't the milk man. I love cis women of all colors.
This shit is so boring, and when there's a pretty woman in front of me, I'm not gonna be able to focus. As much as I like hearing her voice, I just zone out when it comes to studying. Or any type of teaching, for that matter.
She blinks rapidly, her lips parted a bit, not knowing how to react or what to say. I either leave women speechless, or screaming my name. One or the other.
"Um," She clears her throat. "Well you're just gonna have to do your best to focus." "Can we take a break? We've been studying for two hours straight." "Fine. Let's take a break."
