Ghetto A$$ University

I Thought I Had a Cold

Name: Felisha

Age: 21

Major: Fashion Design

Classification : Junior

(Interviewer) Tell me your story.

I thought I had a cold. I had the normal symptoms of a cold. You know, sore throat and coughing. Man oh man, was I in for a surprise. My "cold" happened shortly after I started seeing Diago. Diago was head of the basketball team. He had wavy hair, and pretty white teeth. He was 6'2 and charming. I thought I was lucky. We both took math 140 together. That day, I made it my personal mission to sit by him. It was quite hard though. Every girl wanted to be next to him. Monday morning I rushed to class. My hair was perfect, and my nails were done. I wore my make up lightly. When I was about halfway to my class, the unexpected happened. A grey cloud above my head exploded. Rain poured on everything and everyone around me. My make up was ruined. My outfit was drenched, and don't get me started on my hair.

(FELISHA SPEAKING TO INTERVIEWER) I'm natural by the way.

I was determined to go to class. Not just because of Diago, we had a review that day for midterms. I marched through the storm and made it to my classroom. I peered through the small window on the door. My professor was already giving the lecture, even though it was only 7:45. I looked to left and saw Diago. He was only the one at his table. "Yes!" I yelled to myself.

"Excuse me." One of my classmates was standing behind me waiting to enter the class room.

"Oh sorry!" I was embarrassed.

Now, I had a choice to make. I could speak to Diago looking like a wet dog, or I could wait to speak to him another today. That day was as good as any other day. I pushed open the door, and everyone turned around, including him. I tucked my hair behind my ear and lifted my hand to say hi. I quietly sat by him.

Our teacher was strict, and we weren't allowed to talk during her lecture.

I glanced at the board for a moment, and when I looked down there was a note.

Did you go swimming? :)

I covered my mouth with embarrassment. Diago was really was really writing me.

Today is the worse. I wrote back.

He unzipped his letterman and put it around my shoulders.

You need it more than me lol.

I wrote back thanks and gave him my number.

555-555-5555 Text me later and you can stop by and get your jacket back.

He smiled and stuffed the note in his pocket. When class got out, I walked down the hallway proudly with his jacket on.

Diago came by my apartment  later than night. We had the average "getting to know you" conversations. I had just got out of the shower before he came. I sat by him on the couch and tied my hair up beside him.

"You smell really nice."

"Sorry I smelt like wet dog earlier."

We both laughed.

"You didn't smell bad Felisha."

That was my first time hearing him say my name, and boy did it sound good. I looked at him deeply in his eyes. They were green and gorgeous. He leaned in for a kiss, and so did I. It quickly escalated to him fondling me, and carrying me off to my room.

He lasted for a while. But, when we were done, he wasn't the charming basketball star he was in class.

"Where's my jacket?" He immediately got up from being on top of me and sat on the side of the bed.