Falling for a Star...

The Beginning Chapter 3

3 weeks later

It was one month until graduation. The day I receive my Masters Degree in School Psychology and Counseling. I just took the second part of the Praxis and I hope I passed so that I can receive my teaching license for the state. I'm actually very confident I did well. To successfully call my college career finished, I must also submit my last and largest case study of my career. Thank God it was a group project.

I was cooped up at a secluded table, on the top floor of the university's library on my Mac Book answering emails and sharing information with my group mates. I was focused. I had my notes and articles in small stacks sporadically placed on the table.

I was in the middle of my eleventh page when I noticed a figure slide into the seat across from me. I looked up from my MacBook's screen to see who had occupied the seat and discovered Lance sitting there holding a cup of Starbucks and a smile.  Ugh, this nigga, I thought and rolled my eyes, crossed my arms, and smacked my lips. There was an awkward silence before either of us said a word.  Finally he spoke up, "this is for you." He sat the hot cup in front of me. 
"I know you don't think that buying my favorite drink from Starbucks was gonna make me rethink things.  If so you can take this drink and shove it. For Real," I snapped.
His smiled faded "Justice I wanted to apologize.  I wasn't treating you as your worth." 
"It's whatever, no big deal, but be clear, there is no 'us' or anything close to it.  We weren't friends before and we're not friends now."  I stated matter a fact.
"Just here me out. I had a meeting with my pastor about us and I know that we belong together. We--" Saved by the text message.  I held my index finger up , letting him know to wait as I read the text.  
From (404) 321-4567:
Hello beautiful Justice...beautiful name for a beautiful woman.  I'm in your city for a couple of days. I want to get to know you better....and baby girl I have more than enough to handle that body, when you're ready.  Hit me up,  don't act like you don't know who this is.  You know exactly who I am.  Hit me up love.. RO

I sat there dumbfounded. I forgot Lance was sitting there watching my every move. My heart was beating so fast. Royal, oh my GOD, he really text me, he really wants to see me, I allowed my thoughts to ramble on its little girl fantasy of "Royal and Justice".  I was so gone I didn't even notice Lance was speaking at me.
"HELLO!" Lance yelled. We could hear people shushing, we were in the library of course.  I willed myself back to reality.  The reality is who the fuck do this lame ass nigga think he's talking to I thought.
"First of all you came over here fucking up my vibe. Second I don't know who the fuck you THINK to raising your voice at. Lastly, why are you here I thought I made myself clear the last time. Whatever we had is done! So take you, that Starbucks, and yo damn boat shoes and get out of my space!" I snapped as I hurriedly packed up my things and rushed passed him.
We had drawn some attention so I made my way to the elevator. I didn't think about Lance following me until it was too late.  Once the elevator doors opened for me to enter. I was suddenly grabbed and shoved into the far corner of the elevator.  Lance had ambushed me and had me hemmed up in the library's elevator. Things seemed to be going in slow motion. I heard his voice but no words came from his lips that allowed his saliva to escape and hit my lips and cheeks. Then as his voice became clear, "...YOU'RE MINE!! WHOEVER THAT NIGGA IS THAT HAS YOU RUNNING AFTER HIM WOULD NEVER HAVE YOU. WHO ELSE WOULD WANT A STUCK UP SLOPPY FAT BITCH LIKE YOU? NOBODY, YOUR UPPIDY ASS DON'T ME!! BUT YOU ARE MINE!! DO YOU HEAR ME..."

I allowed my anger to consume me as past hurt filled my head. My mother's voice filled ny brain "Justice you are so pretty. But you'll never be worth Vsanything and no man will ever want you if you don't lose the weight. You're not that pretty baby. I'm only saying this because I love you." I could see her take a long drag from her menthol cigarette and blew the smoke in my 8 year old face.

Those memories overtook me...I had allowed myself to shutdown in those few minutes in the elevator. I heard no sound I only felt. I felt him bring his body closer to mine. He wrapped an arm around my body, bringing us even closer.  He allowed his hand to grope and palm my perfectly round ass. I felt his lips touch my neck.  What is happening? I thought.  I pushed,  "Stop," I whispered.  That only seemed to excite him more and he grabbed my boob with his other hand.  Lance was grinding his dick into to my pelvis.  "Stop, I SAID STOP!" With all my strength and anger I pushed him hard into the other side of the elevator which made the elevator rock.  I couldn't tell you where the strength or my stiletto switch blade came from but I had him literally by the balls with my blade just under them.  "Bitch I promise. You won't ever use this shit again."  I yelled as I gave his little dick and ball a hard squeeze.  He yelped like a damn dog. Begging and apologizing.  "I Will cut all this shit off! I promise!" I brought my knife to his nose just as the elevator doors opened.  I slipped my blade back into my purse, released his junk, and watched him slump to the floor as the pain .  Luckily no one was entering the elevator.
"Bitch ass Niggas." I said as I picked up my belongings and exited the elevator and out the main doors to the library.
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"I WILL KILL THAT BITCH!"  Aaron  yell once he entered my front door.
I shouldn't have told him what happened with Lance.
"Shh Aaron I'm good I handled myself very well!" I said and just shook my head.
Aaron Continued to rant and rave around my apartment. Now as I sat on my couch and continue to text Royal.
Me:
Lol so when did you want to meet up this         weekend.

Royal:
What's your plans tonight baby?

I began to blush, my caramel brown cheeks flushed a bit and I began to twirl a single curl in my hair.
Me:
     I'm sorry but I'm pretty sure my brother is not leaving tonight. What about brunch tomorrow? 

Royal:
What about a late night snack in my hotel room tonight. You know maybe some strawberries and champagne with whipped creme..no are you allergic? well I can think of one particular snack right now 😜.

I knew I began to shift around on the couch and Aaron just had to notice...
"Who are you texting?" He asked stopping everything that he was doing, which includes taking my pancake griddle down from my cupboard closet.  My response was very delayed, "huh" I snapped my head from my screen.  Aaron shook his head at me and asked "whose the new guy?" And went back to my pancake mix and cinnamon out of my counter.
"What? It's nothing...really" I reply and sent back a snappy come back and not so discretely. Suddenly my phone is snatched from my hands before I could locked it.
"Who is Royal?  Wait is this.....ewwww.. He's nasty! Get it BIIITCH! YASS!" He exclaimed as I fought him to get my phone from him.
"Aaron give me my Damn phone!! Stop!!!" I chased after him as he read aloud what we messaged to each other.
Finally, after literally chasing Aaron around my apartment, I was able to catch him by jumping from my couch to his back, which made us fall backwards. After landing on the couch I snatched my phone phone from his hand then slapped him upside his head.
"Stop being childish Aaron!" I laughed as I went back to texting Royal. Lord knows I would love to know where his head is, no pun intended