The Sunset

12

Ayanna

"I need help with this little project I got for my drama elective, mind helping me out?" Trena asked as she made her way into my dorm room.

Glancing up from my laptop, I nodded as I minimized my student portal tab. "Yeah. Of course. When's it due?"

"Next Friday. It gotta be a video. It's so fucking much."

"Okay yeah, I'm down. Just let me know when."

She smiled. "Thank you friend." Suddenly, she'd fell onto the bottom of my bed before turning on her side and placing her head on top a fist. "So I went out with Malcolm again last night."

"Ouu and?"

My hand pushed my laptop closed as I averted my attention to her. She squealed before telling me. "I might be speaking too soon but imma marry that man. He's so funny. And charming. And sweet. And just— uhh! Perfect. Imma be his wife Yanna. Mark my words."

Giggling, I told her honestly. "I love that for you friend."

"Thank you. Yesterday they had a step show and a certain someone was looking for you..."

"Who?" I questioned with an eyebrow raise in pure confusion.

"Andre. The boy that stood up for you. He's been wanting to see you again since Malcolm and I's second date."

I was honestly shocked to hear that he'd been looking for me of all people. Of all the girls on this campus, how did he not see another that would take his thoughts off of me? Though the action was noble, it was not asked for. It made me feel weird to know that he'd been checking for me and I'd been doing nothing in the sort to show it was reciprocated.

"I don't know why that boy looking for me but he can stop. Ain't nobody make him stand up for me. Why you ain't tell him I was gay?"

"Girl cause I usually tell them stop talking about you. It's already weird that he be inviting me to outings with his homeboys there as is. The last thing I be wanting to do is hear my home girl name come out of they mouths. They're such boys too Ayanna, everything is so childish and boyish with them."

"I get that but next time tell his ass I'm gay." I giggled at her disgust that could be seen in her face.

She laughed. "Alright, I'll tell him. I swear." There was a knock on our front door and Trena got up. "I'll get it."

The moment she left my room, I opened my internet tab back up and went back into my student portal. My eyes ran over the pricing of my yearly total and I knew without my dance scholarship active that I would have to shit out more than 8 thousand dollars for both terms. Trey was gone knock my head off my shoulders because even though money was not an issue, 8K may be a conversation turned into a lecture about me leaving the state in the first place to begin with.

"Ayanna! It's for you!"

My head shot up and my face furrowed as I got out of my bed and placed my feet into my duck slippers. When I turned the corner, my eyes softened at Savannah standing in the door frame with flowers and food. Her hands were full and Trena excused herself, venturing back to her own room in order to let us have a private moment. I took in her sweat suit with some socks and slides on. Her eyes hadn't left mines since I'd turned the corner and I could tell she was a bit weary of my reaction to this.

"Van, what's all this for?"

"Well I know we just had to take some weekly tests and stuff or maybe yours is next week.. but I just really wanted to see you. So I took the chance and stopped by."