Torn: Aphrodite & Messiah's Dilemma (SAMPLE)

Presenting: Torn

"Aye, let's go to the park or something. Man, it's boring!"

Haley, my best friend since diaper days shouted as she jumped like a monkey on my bed. I stayed in a two bedroom apartment with Haley near the university I was attending, The University of Georgia. It was nice for the two of us. Having enough room so we wouldn't step on each other's toes.

I cut my eyes at her as I flipped through another page in my Psychology 101 book. Not even half way into the course and I have an exam. It's too fucking early for this shit! And Haley is getting on my nerves, she keeps bugging me and shit about going out. I keep telling her ass that I have to study, but no she doesn't want to listen. She's lucky I love her. Any other bitch would've gotten these hands.

'What are the biological factors that affect our behavior? '

I quickly jotted down that question in a nearby notepad of mine before continuing to skim through the page.

"Aye bitch, I know you hear Me."

'Your brain, nerves, and hormones are responsible for your thoughts, feelings, and actions. When you get hungry, remember your favorite place to eat, smell food cooking and take a big bite - biological processes are involved.'

"Dite baby, listen to me."

Ugh! Won't this girl shut up?! I really needed to get through this chapter.

"Babycakes? Boo thang? Luscious? My ri-"

"Damn child, what do you want?!" I asked, frustrated. I need to get my own apartment, swear. I stared expectantly at my bubbly slender, blasian friend as she giggled at my frustration.

I swear this child here...

"Nah, don't laugh now. Tell me what do you want girl. I need to study and you know this," she only rolled her eyes at me and kissed her teeth.

Bitch.

"Well..." She paused dramatically making me want to throttle her. "I was thinking we can go out, meet some boys, and live life. You know. Your ass stays cooped up in this apartment. Girl, you're only 17."

This heifer.

I rolled my eyes. Haley is what you all call a freeloading friend. Now I'm not saying she don't pay her fair share of the rent, she does, but that's mainly because of her so-called sugar daddies. My best friend was a hoe, but at the end of the day, she has my back. The only fault she really has is her laziness. She doesn't like to do anything! She ain't got a job, she spends her daddy's money, she doesn't go to school, shit she barely graduated high school. Without me, she would've probably flunked. All she does is smoke, drink, and party. She fails to realize that unlike her I have school to focus on.

I guess opposites do attract. For as long as I can remember she has always been the wild child with an 'I don't give a fuck attitude' whereas I am easy going, yet hard working, doing everything necessary to brighten my future.

My parent didn't raise me to be dependent. I was always told 'if you don't work you don't eat'. Until this day I still live by the saying.

"Hales you know I have an exam on Monday, which only gives me 2 days to study this material thoroughly. I can't stop and go places with you every time you're bored. If my grades drop you know my dad is going to be on my back until I pull them up. I ain't having that!" I sighed, jotting down more notes. She only grunted before sitting down on my bed. I guess she got the message. Finally!

'Your nervous system is an interconnected network of nerve cells (called neurons) that allow you to sense the things going on around you so you can re- '

"Yonk!"

Haley sang as she snatched my book from my hand. "The fuck?! Stop playing Hales. Give it back!" I snapped angrily. She so damn playful, it's annoying.

"Uh-uh. You young lady are coming with me. Now get dressed! And I don't want to hear another peep out of you! Don't make me come back in here!" She shouted over her shoulder as she sashayed out of the room like she was Naomi. I sucked my teeth. Well I guess, I got to go. Her ass ain't going to leave me alone if I don't. Man, I fucking hate her so much sometimes.

I hopped out of my bed and switched out of my sweats for a pair of black leggings, along with a red muscle shirt and my white Air Forces. I also grabbed my jean like cross body bag that contained a notepad and pencil with my back up psychology book and phone before exiting my room. I'll go with her but I won't do anything so I might as well study and take notes. Haley doesn't know about my backup textbook.

"Ooh I see you with your cute self," Haley gushed as she eyed my attire as I did her. She was dressed in a blue mid-thigh t-shirt dress along with a pair of nude toms and a 'Tommy Hilfiger' bucket hat. Look at my best friend. Looking all cute and things.

I smirked as I Gazed at Haley. This girl always dressing to the ten no matter where she goes. She could be going to the grocery store and still be all dolled up. I mean I guess she has the time considering, so yeah.

"Let's go child."

**

2 chapters down, 2 more to go.

I sighed and stared at the first page of chapter 3.

Sensation and perception.

I huffed before taking a sip from my 'Zephyrhills ' water bottle. I sat at a picnic bench that was next to a basket court where sweaty college dudes played street basketball from time to time. Haley being Haley had already scurried out to meet her next 'prey' as she likes to call them. I swear my best friend could be such a hoe at times, but who am I to judge. After all, she is my best friend and I ought to love her.

I absentmindedly gazed at the small writing, feeling overwhelmed with boredom. Lord Jesus, this crap is so confusing! When I get back home, I have to go over this yet again.

"Intro to sensation and perception," I read out loud in monotone. Fuck man! Maybe I should take a break.

"Aye watch out!" Before I could react I was hit in the face with a ball. The force was strong enough to knock me off of my seat. I groaned. Who the hell? I rubbed my nose and growled. Dumb ass niggas need to watch where they throw shit! That thing hit me straight in the face.

These people trying to give me a concussion or something.

"Aye, you alright? My bad, lil mama." I heard some dude say before his face came into view. Damn, I thought. This boy has been blessed. He has some pretty green eyes that seem to sear into my soul as we gazed at each other. Those lips, man; I wonder what kind of tricks he can do with his mouth pi- wait no you're a virgin, Dite. Calm down.

I quickly snap back into reality and glare at his pretty ass. "Your fuck ass threw that shit? Nigga, you almost gave me a concussion!" I shouted. This fool had the audacity to laugh at me. Ugh! The nerve. "You know what, I will press charges. Yup move!" I snap as I rose to my feet pushing him away in the process. "Ruining my mood and shit," I mumble dusting off the back of my shorts.

"For real, though, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to hit you. My boys and I were just playing some ball, my bad. You need some help with that?" This cheeky bastard had the nerve to ask and look at my backside. Lord Jesus, please take the wheel.

"No thank you, but I will need your name when I call the police," I lied. I wasn't going to call the cops. I mean why would I? It's not that serious, but I wouldn't mind getting his name, though. Maybe get his numb- no Dite it's all about school. School! School! School!

"Oh okay. I peeped that. Messiah Arius Zahir Lafayette is the name and yours, beautiful?" I rolled my eyes. He thinks he's cute.

"Aphrodite Aasiyah Khepri Samuels. Thank you kindly, Mr. Lafayette, for knocking me on my ass and fucking up my study time." I fumed as I gathered my things off of the table. "Well ass wipe, have a nice day! My people will call your people," With that said I left.

Mr. Lafayette stayed on my mind ever since that day. After that, we started kicking it. He became my college boy best friend and maybe, just maybe, a bit more.

To be continued...