Safiya, Lela, Alyssa, and Harmony have finally made it to their senior year. With two more semester to go what could possible go wrong. A lot, when you have a wedding to plan, MCATs to ace and a homicide to solve. All relationships won't survive but...
"You coming tonight?" Emma breathed out as she plopped on the loveseat next to Safiya, her bone straight blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her flustered cheeks, the mist of perspiration and her Nike gear was a tell-tale sign she'd just come back from the university gym. "Right?"
Safiya couldn't abandon her stupefied state. Her finger froze on her laptop. "Emma, I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about." She reset her gaze on the laptop screen. She was a couple of paragraphs away from finishing her article for the August issue, 'The Textbook Scam: Campus Bookstore, Off-Campus Bookstore, or Amazon'. "It's..." A soundless yawn opened her mouth wide, the moisture that formed in her eyes eased the strain her contacts were inflicting. "...Wednesday. I don't have a test, yet. I got the day off. I'm picking up Ameera and taking my ass home."
"Noo, Fiya," Emma whined, with a clinging hand to her knee. "You have to come to Zeta Xi mixer. I need someone I get along with. Please." She begged like a little child and Safiya prayed Ameera wouldn't pick up that habit—with eyes like her dad and chubby cheeks like her aunt (Fiya's twelve-year-old sister) she'd be hard to say no to.
However, Emma wasn't Ameera and she had no problem orating the two-letter word, "No. Not happening." Her fingers clicked and tapped on the keyboard, tying up her article with a sweet conclusion. "Not again. I told you the last time was exactly that." Her eyes skidded over to Emma, seeing the juniors somber features. "Pout all you want I not coming."
"Please, Safiya. Please." Emma glued her palms together in a pleaded that called the attention of a couple of other journalists working busily at their desk. "You have to come. Wyatt already flaked."
That statement made Safiya rip her eyes from the screen, "You're kidding, right. You and Wyatt!" She gasped. "You'll are not back together." Emma lowered her head. "After he cheated on you with your sorority sister. Emma, really."
Emma pouted, "I'm shameless. I know."
"More like dickmatized."
"Look at him...he's hot." Emma's gaze landed on the six-foot-three guy standing at the copy machine. "And he reads. Comic books...but you know, it's still words."
Safiya harrumphed, throwing her head back, her silky flat-ironed tresses dancing from the pathetic humor, "You gotta get higher standards, Em."
"I will." Emma shrugged sitting back on the loveseat. "After college but now I want a hot guy that reads and can get it up three times a night."
"Well, that last part..." She nodded with a knowing smirk. "It is a must, not that I know since I've been in a drought since Ameera's birth."
"No!" Emma gasped with shock and a little horror. "You mean...nothing at all." Safiya shook her head. "Why not?"
"With work...a six-month-old and now this...." Safiya scrolled through her finished document correcting the words she misspelled in her haste to get her ideas written down. "I don't have time for a quickie in the closest."
"Safiya..." A tall, lanky raven-haired beauty called her name. "I need to talk to you." She pretentiously glanced her eyes over Emma, "Give us a minute."
"Sure." Emma drug out the word as she grabbed her bag and scampered over to her desk.
"Neysa, what do you need?" Safiya saved her work and closed her laptop giving the girl who's a senior just like her.
Neysa angled her body towards Safiya making sure her posture wasn't slumped, "As you know Jack has moved on." Safiya held her laugh and her comment, that the boy graduated and wasn't dead. "And the Gazette needs a new editor. I would do it but I'm an anchor for the campus news network." Safiya refrained from rolling her eyes and instead preened a tight-lip smile. "You're the only senior left. You can quit that little gig at the writing center and shine here. It'll look good on your resume."
"Hmm." Safiya's lips dropped, no longer could she maintaining the faux smile and weigh this new opportunity along with all the other things on her plate. "I need to think about it."
"Okay!" Neysa singsong rocketing up from the couch. "Not take too long, there's a lot of juniors drooling at the chance to run this paper."
"I said, I'll think about it. Cool."
"Cool."
Should Safiya take the editor-in-chief position?
Should Safiya be worried about her sex-drought?
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