I sat on the phone with my girls, listening as they argued about which song they enjoyed more from Justin Timberlake’s new album. After Ki Ki threatened to cut Briana for not liking the song Suit and Tie, I spoke up.
“Rayan is actually cool, guys,” I mumbled. I thought they hadn’t heard me when they continued their argument, but a slight pause in the conversation told me otherwise. Briana questioned me on what I said while Ki Ki made a noise of disgust.
“You heard her, Breezy,” Ki Ki said, addressing Briana by her nickname. “The hoe thinks Rayan is some cool shit.”
“He is,” I protested meekly. “Did Prod say anything about my disappearance?”
There was some silence before Briana spoke. “He stayed on stage for the rest of the night. I don’t think he noticed.”
An audible sound of relief escaped my mouth, but if my girls heard it, they chose to ignore it. I don’t know why I was becoming so attracted to Rayan, but I wasn’t going to complain about it.
--
The next day, Ray sat next to me at lunch. The two of us sat away from our friends just talking about whatever came to mind. I could see Prodigy staring at us throughout the whole meal, but I ignored him, trying to put all of my focus onto Ray. Eventually, my girls had enough and they came over to investigate.
“Hey ladies,” Ray smiled at the girls.
“Ray just invited me to a party,” I announced, smiling at them. I expected them to be proud that I was participating in normal college kid activities, but a quick look from Briana told me otherwise.
“If she goes, we all go,” she said. She forced a smile at Ray before turning to me. “When did you start calling him Ray?”
Ki Ki nodded her head in agreement. “You used to call him Rayan all the time.”
--
The music was loud, and the liquor was good.
I was vaguely aware of Ray’s hands on my hips, and his body rocking with mine as we danced. Prodigy, who was across the room, eyed the two of us with his arms across his chest. I tried to ignore him and focus on Ray, but I couldn’t.
Ray noticed Prod, and lowered his lips to my ear, “You wanna go upstairs?” He asked.
I nodded my head, and he lead me up the stairs and into an empty bedroom. Grateful to be away from the noise, I collapsed on the bed, sighing in relief. He lay down next to me, his hands running up and down my side. I could feel his lips attach themselves to my neck, and I relaxed into his touch.
He moved so that he was on top of me, his lips now moving to mine. We kissed each other hungrily, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands moved to cup my breasts, earning a loud moan from me. I could feel his hands wandering even further south, and I stopped kissing him.
“Ray, stop,” I struggled against his hold, but he tightened his grip. “Ray! Stop!”
“Isn’t this what you want?” he asked, bringing his hand up to my face.
The tears began falling, and I brought my knee up to his crotch, leaping up when he rolled off of me. Ray lay curled up, cursing loudly. I sat up, straightening my clothes before dashing out the room. Briana and Jacob stood in the hallway making out, but they were too drunk to notice. I stumbled outside, making it halfway through the front lawn before I threw up.
