Ride With Me♡

Chapter 2 ; First Glance

"The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.."

- Anna Godbersen, The Luxe

Shantaria's Pov☪

BEEEEP , BEEEP , BEEEP

My alarm clock rang in my ears , signaling it was time to wake up.

"Yayy.. First day of college." I groaned rolling out of my bed onto the cold hardwood floor.

I went to the bathroom & did all of my hygiene stuff..

My outfit for today consisted of a teal crop top with black letters that said "Bro", black high waisted destroyed jeans , My Powder Blue Jordan's , SnapBack with a teal sign that read "Surpreme" , & my black and blonde curly hair was flat ironed bone straight.

When I got dressed , I grabbed my backpack and keys..

I dont know why , but everything just fell on me at once when my foot stepped out of the dormitory.

I'm on my way to something new. To a successful me. Nothing could stop me. I came from the Bronx dirt. And now I'm here. A honors student at FSU , Academic scholarship , with all expenses paid , and I'm gonna be a children's psychologist.

And this feeling I never felt before washed over me. Relief.

I'm walking into my class with 3 minutes to spare , & some boys run past me.

One boy almost knocked me over, causing my iPhone 5c ,that I just bought , to hit the hard concrete.. Face down.

I groaned under my breath "yay, just when i thought everything was gonna be smooth sailing."

I was never the hot headed temper type. So I kept my cool, easily.

I bent down to pick up my phone , only to bump heads with the guy that knocked me over.

He got up and grunted , rubbing his beautiful sweaty forehead. I could only imagine the things I could do to this nigga.

"Damn, Shan . Stop staring."

My conscious screamed to me.

I picked up my phone & finally found that my screen was shattered.

"Damn ma, I'm sorry. Ain mean to do all that." This jock ass nigga has the nerve to say.

" I'll throw you a couple racks t-"

I quickly cut him off. I couldn't deal! Just by the way he spoke , I could basically taste the arrogance flowing in the air.

"Look, my name ain't ma. My name is Shantaria ! Shan for short. I ain't ya momma , and I never will be. But save ya money , B . I can handle this.." I snapped.

Every word coming out harsher than the next. I was never the type to get disrespectful. But it was just something about this nigga cockiness. Like, Jesus why !? The fine niggas always got this huge ass ego.

Ain here for niggas no way.

"Sweetheart, you're so fucking beautiful. You acting like you don't want me with all that venom flowing in your voice. You know in less than a second I could have you in this bathroom. Right here, right now."

"Uhh.. Nah , sorry B. I ain't the type to be throwing the box like that. Get to stepping . I got class."

I shot back.

I walked off. I could feel his eyes looking at my ass .

" and STOP looking at my ass!!"

I screamed behind me & smirked when I turned around.