Down in the crook of Philly, one of the best HBCU's resides.....𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕞𝕒𝕟 College. A college known for their second to none Football team, ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴꜱ. Adaline, a city girl from NY (Bₖ) begins her stay here with her best friend, Nala for the f...
"Far, far, like I don't recognize me Far (far), far 'cause I lеt you define me I'm far, far 'causе I can't trust nobody Far, stay far, it's so far". |Far, SZA
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He analyzed me for a moment, I noticed he stared for two heartbeats longer at my lower half slightly before looking back up at me. I tried my best not to shift the weight of my body on to my other leg awkwardly or look past him. I didn't need his ego up on the first encounter.
"Where you from?" He said, his voice a low mellow tone with a fluidity to it. Like he says this sentence almost too much. I cross my arms before speaking, shutting down the small panic attack that I was experiencing after the adrenaline from Meek Mill wore off. "Brooklyn...why?" I said, not allowing myself to get excited.
He literally smelt like a fuck boy, definitely was wearing Sauvage Dior cologne. He started to smile, with his teeth. I saw a hint of tooth jewelry a little past his canine's that framed his tooth, but didn't cover it. "Woah, chill! I was just tryna figure out, cause you got an accent. It makes sense now. You a city girl" He said raising his hands up in a surrendering motion. I couldn't lie that made me smile just a little bit...
"So why you know the whole lyrics to a Philly anthem?" He said, making direct eye contact with me smiling at his playful question. "I...dabble in Philly music a bit. It's not ALL that though!" I say laughing, talking a little bit with my hands to emphasize the last part of my sentence. He laughed too, before saying. "Yeah Aii, you was singing them lyrics like you fuck with Philly music heavy, so don't even act like dat now." I rolled my eyes playfully at him before saying. "Brooklyn betterrr." He rolled his eyes playfully back before saying "Y'all music is repetitive! Glah Glah Boom this and Glah Glah Boom that every five seconds." I fake gasped, putting my hand to my mouth. "See now you NEEDA chill, cause DON'T nobody wanna listen to that fast ass "tanging" music every five seconds."
As we fake bickered back and forth with a little truth behind our words, I forgot I was at a party; forgot I was initially not supposed to talk to any boys at this shit.
"What's yo number?" He said abruptly at the end of our banter. It wasn't even actually abrupt, I just wasn't expecting it. "Ion give out my number, You can have my insta though." He rolled his eyes and smacked his teeth before looking at me. "Don't even play dat shit with me. You gon have me in your DM request waiting for a text back like a fuck nigga." I snickered a little at his statement because he wasn't even wrong.
He looked over to the couches and looked back at me. "Let's sit down, for a minute. I got a game we could play Ms. "You can have my insta"" I laughed again before saying "Your ego sounds a little hurt? You need a medic?" He smacked his teeth at me and then smiled. "You want to play the game or not?" I looked at him suspiciously up and down before saying. "What game you gon make me play? Truth or Strip?" He laughed loud as fuck, his hand over his mouth and his other arm holding his ribs.
