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KINGSTON • • •
"What, you thought I was a dummy or something?" I asked the chocolate beauty that sat beside me in the front row of our sociology class.
It was a freshman course that I had been putting off for two years, but I couldn't escape it anymore according to my advisor.
"No, I just wouldn't expect for you to be the first person here and sitting in the front row. Usually the basketball players sit in the back and waltz in when they feel like it." She said shyly like she might get in trouble or something.
"I'm not them and they're not me." I reminded and watched her face redden slightly.
"I like that." She admitted as she tapped her pen against the long table that fit at least ten people.
I wasn't the type of nigga to use my status as one of Lincoln's star basketball players to prey on women. But for entertainment purposes, I engaged in friendly conversations before classes begun.
Sex wasn't hard to get, but being with anyone was the last thing on my mind. I was a busy man trying to maintain classes and basketball. I had the rest of my life to try to fall in love or some shit.
Professor Hardy walked in whistling the tune of some old song that only he probably knew, followed by some late comers. Freshman.
A faint scent of coconut sent a wave of familiarity over me as I began to jot down what was written on the board.
"Let me call roll to see who's here, who's not, and who's not supposed to be here." He said looking up over his wire framed glasses making the class chuckle. "Then we'll do the basic go around the room and get to know you thing, like y'all will remember any of it. Then we can get to the syllabus, sound good?"
My mind went to everything from how much time I would have between class and practice to eat, to how long I would get to sleep tonight between homework and waking up at five in the morning to work out. But when Siena Johnson passed my professor's lips my thoughts stopped.
I wanted to turn to see if I was tripping. I had always thought I'd never meet anyone with that distinct first name last name combo again, but when I heard her voice announce that she was present, I knew it was her.
Ten minutes passed and I could no longer force myself to not turn around to face her. Turning my body to the right gave me a clear view of her.
Her hair, curly and full sat on top of her head in a bun allowing me to see her face fully. It was funny that she still looked exactly the same with the exception of slightly mature features and assets.
