vida

three

"Are you serious?" Imani said with a mouthful of spicy tuna. Shaila had gotten off work around this time and had stayed true to her promise of getting food with her afterwards. They were at Kimiko, one of Imani's favorite places to eat since it catered to her pescatarian lifestyle. Shaila on the other hand with her vegan ass, stuck with some miso soup and jasmine rice. Shaila nodded swiftly as she chuckled at her friend. She was currently telling her of her experience with the fine ass boy that she helped at work today.

"Chew your food. And as a fucking heart attack. He just came in, all tall and sexy and shit, and we talked for a bit after I gave him his books and he gave me his number. "

"What's his name again?"

"Ibrahim, Ibrahim King." Shaila bent to take a sip of her soup. "He's a Psych major."

"So he's fine and smart? Let me find out you 'bout to get that doctorly  dick."

"Why are you and Ziggy so damn nasty?" Shaila rolled her eyes and started to pick at her rice. It was quite easy to pick up on the Latina's banter. "Besides, I haven't even texted him yet."

"You should. I don't know what this nigga look like but he sounds fan the fuck tastic."

Shaila chuckled, rubbing her lips together. "It's weird though, 'cause he looked so familiar, Mani. Like it was scary. I even told him that."

"So you do know him?"

"I wouldn't say that, clearly. But his face.." Shaila drifted, shrugging her shoulders.

"Maybe his face is familiar because you want to sit on it."

"Imani Reign !" Shaila called her friend by her first and middle name when she was upset with her, or when she was just playing too much. The darker girl just giggled, reaching for her taro.

"Sorry, Shaila Jade. But that's just freaky. Maybe it'll come to you."

"I hope so."

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Ibrahim entered the dorm that he shared with his twin brother with a goofy grin on his face, his brother lying on his bed aimlessly scrolling on whatever app from what he could see. He couldn't get the lil' lightskin girl named Shaila out of his mind. He also mentally applauded himself for how he came off to her. She seen the educated side of him right away thanks to the book pickup, and he was flirting up a storm. Not to mention, she was fucking gorgeous.

"Brother from the same mother." Ishmael muttered without looking up from his cellphone.

"Hey, man." Ibrahim shut the door and kicked off his Chuck Taylor's, jumping into his bed and plopping down on his pillow with a sigh. Ishmael raised his head to look at his older brother, his brow furrowed.

"What's wrong with you?"

"What you mean?"

"You all smiling and shit looking all creepy, and you just jumped in bed like those teenage white girls in the movies."

Ibrahim rolled his eyes. "Can a nigga just be happy?"

"There's always a reason." Ishmael connected his phone to the charger, setting it down on the shared stand in the middle of the two beds. "Talk to me."