Today was the first day of my second semester of my Sophomore year of college. Although I was facing new classmates and I was going in without having any friends, I wasn't nervous. I moved around and changed schools so much that I had had many "first days" and I no longer cared enough to be nervous. If I had known what was in store today, I would have known to be very nervous.
I also wasn't nervous because I knew I was poppin'. I woke up and got dressed, not to impress, but to express. This outfit needed to convey that I was a student but also that I had plenty of confidence. I had on a tight grey sweater dress. It was the type of dress that hugged my voluptuous behind and grabbed my chest propping them up nicely, but hung loose around my stomach which admittedly needed a few more crunches and fewer slices of pizza.
My legs were peeking through in fishnet stockings, and on my feet were black leather booties. My hair was colored deep purple and hung to the middle of my back. My makeup was poppin and my nails were done. I was ready to conquer. I had my black Betsy Johnson bookbag and was on my way to class.
I was so familiar with this campus that I could navigate it in my sleep. I was one of the first people in my History 101 class, so there was ample seating. I watched each person who walked in trying to guess about who they were and what kind of personalities they had. I saw this one man and he appealed to me for some reason. He was dressed normal, striped polo tee and regular jeans and kicks. He had a hat on, but it was winter. I watched him walk in, and even though there were plenty of seats, he sat to the left of me. The teacher came in and at the most painfully slow pace, he read off the syllabus. The man to my left was steady cracking jokes and straight clowning the professor. I surprised myself by laughing and joining him.
At the end of class the professor dismissed each person by name, his way of taking role. I took this time to gather my things because my name is at the end of the alphabet. The professor called out Anthony Heart, and the man next to me got up and left. As he was leaving, I found myself asking myself weird things like, "Bree, I wonder how old he is, he looks older." and "Can you really see yourself dating him?" Thankfully the professor calling my name shook me out of these weird thoughts.
I started walking to my friend's car to be picked up. As I was walking down the stairs on the fourth floor, I saw him across from me coming down the same flight of stairs but on the side opposite from me.
"I was looking for you." he said
"Nah. The professor called your name and you dipped out on me."
"Nah I just had to use the bathroom." he laughed
" Sure sure." I laughed with him.
We walked together down the stairs and outside.
"We been talking all class and I don't know your name. I'm Bree."
"I was just finna ask you for your name. I'm Anthony."
"Well shoot give me your number in case I miss class or something." I said unlocking my phone. He put in his number and told me he'd text me later. Then he walked me to my friend's car.
I don't know why, but I felt real good about meeting him.
--------- Author's Note------
I hope whoever is reading enjoys this. This first chapter is short, but it's going to get better and longer. I just wanted to introduce the characters. I'll try to update frequently but I work and go to school. Just expect me to update at least once a week. This is not a PG or PG13 story. It gets real. Let me know what you think so far. You think Bree is crushing? Is Anthony feeling her back or is he just being his cool self? Bree is played by TINK and Anthony is played by O'Shea Jackson Jr. Vote and Comment
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