I M A G I N E S G A L O R E

College Shenanigans.

A Chresanto "Roc Royal" August imagine.

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College is definitely no joke. I had a million and one assignments all due for the coming Monday and Tuesday so I was up early, tryna get my ass to finish all of them.

It was a hot Saturday morning and everything just seemed to be going wrong. My laptop was giving me issues and I was ready to throw it against the wall.

"Arg! Come on, just work, damn it!" I yelled at the screen, as if it would say something back.

I heard a faint knock on my door.

"Wassup ma. I need to borrow your Taxation textbook." Chresanto walked in as he kindly asked.

Chresanto and I have been res neighbors ever since we came to UCLA. We've messed around a couple of times; more of him tryna slide in, but I've never given him the time of day.

He was attractive and whatnot but he just seems like a heartbreaker, and I wasn't with that.

"Over there on the top shelf." I said, not looking up at him.

"You look good," he said. "That ass looking fat too..." he mumbled the last part.

It's funny how guys, especially with deep voices, think they can whisper, when it really doesn't sound like it lol.

I looked down at my sports bra and cotton shorts.

"Uhm, thanks?" I replied back, a little unsure.

"Yo, wassup? You been staring at that laptop ever since I came in. You didn't even notice that I had no pants on." He replied with a chuckle.

"What?!" I quickly shot my eyes at his lower body, only to see the black basketball shorts he had on.

"I'm playing. Where yo mind at girl?" He said as he walked up to me.

"Sorry, my laptop is really being a pain in the ass, it's been so slow!" I said, letting out a sigh of frustration.

He walked over to my desk chair and sat down, examining the piece of equipment.

"It looks like you need a software update. I can fetch my cable and do it for you, if you like. It'll make the process faster." He said in a suggesting tone.

"Uhm, alright. That'll really help." I said.

I quickly put my hair in a bun and he jogged off to his room next door. It wasn't until then when I realized how sexy he was looking in them shorts and crisp white tee.

He came back in and did the things that needed to be done.

15 minutes later...

The room was silent while Chres worked on the laptop and I was scrolling through Twitter.

I got up and got myself a popsicle from the mini fridge. As soon as I got up, his presence was compressed onto my behind.

"Chres... what are you doing?" I trailed off as he planted soft kisses on my neck.

I opened my popsicle and immediately got to eating it.

"Boy, move away. You play too much." I said as I pushed him back. Unsuccessful attempt.

"Dang, what that mouth do? Wassup with it?" He said as I laughed at him.

Nigga ain't slick, ha.

"This mouth is eating this cherry flavored popsicle, that's what."

"Come on Y/N, you always tryna curve a nigga when I'm finessing." He said as he made himself comfortable on my bed.

"I knew the Taxation textbook wasn't the only thing you wanted. Thanks for the software update though." I replied as I sat back on the chair.

"So what am I getting in return?" He smirked.

"You can get a popsicle in the mini fridge."

"I don't like popsicles."

"Well then Chresanto, you can go buy yourself something you like because I really have a lot of work." I emphasized the 'really', signaling that he had to leave.

"You're a straight A student. Even if you did it an hour before, you would still do well."

"That's not the point."

"Then what is the point Y/N? Bruh, you got me all in my feeling and shit.."

It went silent as I ate my popsicle. He stood up and gently yanked my arm, placing his colossal lips on mine.

My popsicle fell to the floor. Aww, my popsicle! ☹️

Things got heated as he picked me up and placed me on the bed. I took his shirt off and threw it far away from us. He reached for my shorts and I stopped him.

"Chres..."

"Come on Y/N, you're leading me on only to leave me hanging.." he softly said, still leaving his mark on my skin.

"Wonder how many other girls you did this with..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He said, slightly getting annoyed, getting off of me.

"You wanna go around playing girls but you don't expect a girl to be a player too."

"You couldn't be a player, even if you wanted to." He said, slightly laughing.

"And you couldn't slide in, even if you wanted to."

In my head I was like, Girl, you said that?! 🔥🔥🔥

He got his shirt from the floor and put it on.

"Touché. Just know that I ain't giving up on you. No matter how long it takes." He said as he stood by the door.

"Alright Roc Royal." I said as I walked over to my desk.

"Smoke with me later on?"

"I don't smoke."

"I'll buy you some Hershey's. Yo, I'll even lose the weed, just to chill and talk to you."

"You just don't give up, do you?" I said as I shook my head.

"Well you're smiling from ear to ear so it's clearly working." He said as he licked his lips.

"Shut up bro, just take the Taxation book and be gone." I said as I shoved him off.

"I'll text you babygirl." He winked at me and headed out.

Girl... you better give his fine ass a chance. He smart and fine. The voice in my head said.