Mental

Chapter 4

Aiyanna

De'Nari and I were walking around campus after we left orientation. It really wasn't anything big. Just a few upperclassmen talking to the incoming freshmen about how important it is to focus on school and not to get caught up with partying and sex and drugs and blah blah... Basically just a bunch of bull.

It was now just after 9:30 am and we had all day to kill. I couldn't help but notice that De'Nari had been very quiet through all of this. I didn't know him well enough to really say that, but he didn't even attempt to make conversation.

'I wouldn't try to either. You peirced my ear right in front of him, Aiyanna! No ice or anything! That's fucking disturbing on a whole new level!' I heard Kyrie's whiny little voice inside my head.

'I thought I blocked you out sweety!' I thought in a condescending voice. 'And it's so funny that you still think that this is your body when you can't even so much as lift your finger.'

He didn't say anything after that. I made a triumphant noise then turned to an awkward and silent De'Nari.

"You've been awfully quiet," I say just to start the conversation.

"What?" He looked like he just got broken out of a trance. "Oh. Um, sorry. Just..."

"Just... I impaled my body without so much as a wince and now you're trying to decide if I'm crazy?" My voice was joking but I was as serious as a heart attack.

"Yeah... Kinda. How- That was really fucking weird Kyrie! I can't even scratch my nuts too hard without feeling like I might die! For you to just stick something through yourself, with no problem?" He shook his head and blew out a deep breath. "It fucked with me a little bit."

It rubbed me the wrong way that he felt like this but I understood it. I'm glad he was honest about it, though.

"I'm really sorry." I apologize. "I've always had an... Unnatrually high tolerance for pain. I couldn't even get my ass beat as a pubishment because it literally felt like nothing." I noticed we were walking past a Wendy's and stopped trying to hint that I wanted to eat.

"It's fine." De'Nari stopped as well and finally turned to face me. "I understand kinda. I heard about people with that type of stuff. Just make sure you warn me before you do anything like that again, ok?"

"I got you," I said with a laugh. I turned my head towards the Wendy's and pointed. "You wanna stop and get something to eat? I'm hungry as hell."

"Yeah, me too." He turned and walked towards the building and I followed him. He opened the door for me and we walked up to the counter. There was a bit of a line, but I didn't mind because it gave me time to decide what I wanted.

While I was scanning the menu I felt eyes on me. I turned my head and what I saw would've made my ovaries combust if I had any!

Damn this nigga was fine as fuck! He was tall, even in his sitting position, with a caramel complexion. Had to be around 6'3. He was built, strong legs and arms; the muscle shirt and gym shorts he had on showed his well developed chest, hard abs and muscular thighs. He had tattos all over his arms and chest. Low cut haircut with some deep ass waves.

That did it for me. I love Love LOVE seeing a nigga with some deep ass waves. It does shit to me, on God! My mouth damn near watered and I licked my lips as I stared at him. I think he could tell what I was thinking because he smirked and opened his legs and I could tell he had on no underwear. His print was very large and very noticable.