Ashes: Ignite

Ashes: Ignite

Chapter 1: Keep your enemies closer

"Damn nigga......dont stop" I moan as the black shadowy figure thrusts into me. My arms and legs wrapped around him in complete submission. I could feel myself getting close as he whispers in my ear "who's is it"? I lustfully reply "Its all yours". This pushes him into overdrive as he thrusts harder and deeper. I moan as loud as I can as my back completely arches off the bed. All of a sudden I hear "All the way home" by Tamar Braxton on full blast. Within the blink of an eye, I am awoken by the voice of my alarm clock at 6:45 am. I roll my eyes and put both hands on my face. "I knew it was too good to be true" I whisper to myself. I groan as I pull myself out of bed and into the bathroom. As I look down I notice the front part of my boxers stained with pre-cum and a 7-inch rock hard on. "It felt so real" I thought to myself. I quickly jump into the shower and brush my teeth. Yes I brush and shower at the same time(-____-). I get to my room and get dressed. As I head out the door and to my car, I keep reminiscing on how good it felt to have that inside me. How his stroke was reaching my deepest crevices. How he whispered in my ear. The only question that I kept finding myself asking was who. I didn't even know who I was dreaming about. I started my car and made my way to the other side of the campus for my 8:00 am psychology class. Looking at my watch, I panicked at the realization that I was ten minutes late. As I walk in the door, The whole class stares at me. I can feel their eyes following me to my seat. "Nice of you to join us Mr. Kentsworth" utters the professor. "Sorry" I mutter as I take my seat. "Hmph..nice for some" I hear a familiar voice mumble. I look to my left and there sat Jamel Tippins. Star quarterback and full-time asshole. Jamel was the epitome of black beauty. He was a six foot tall, dark chocolate, muscularly built college football player. Clean- cut appearance, Big juicy lips, Faded hair that connects to his beard, sparkling white smile. The whole PHYSICAL package. Regardless of how he looked, The dude was a homophobic dick. "You got something you wanna say to me"? I aggressively ask. "Man ain't nobody worried 'bout yo fruity ass nigga" he replies. I giggle with amusement in his face and sneerily say "Aw just the response I'd expect from a bigot who reads at a sixth-grade level." This clearly enrages him. He stands up and steps in front of me as if he is getting ready to fight me. "Da fuck you say? Nigga I will ice yo flamey ass". This pushes me over the limit and I stand up and meet him at his level. "Don't let the fact that I'm gay fool you, I will drag yo bitch ass" I reply. "Both of you enough, You are too old for this kind of behavior. Now do I need to call campus security or can y'all be corgel for the remainder of this class?" I look at the professor and then look at Jamel his eyes filled with anger. "Nah its cool, Ima pipe down" I reply. We sit down and class continues. In the remaining five minutes of class the teacher assigns a group project. The project is based on psychological disorders. Hell I didn't care if it was on the price of tea in Timbuktu, just don't pair me with Jamel. As the class dismissed, professor Deveaux tells me and Jamel to stay after for a couple of minutes. "I'm extremely disappointed in both of your behaviors. You are supposed to be black collegiate men and you are acting like middle schoolers. Jamel I know you may not agree with Nigel's lifestyle, but that doesn't mean you degrade him. Nigel just because you were valedictorian of your high school class doesn't mean you look down on others." We both look at each other. "I'm making you two work together on this assignment. I think it will help you guys get a better understanding of each other and maybe look at this from a psychological point of view." My heart skips a beat and my demeanor changes. "Are you serious?! After what the hell he did today" I shout. "Man I ain't working with him" Jamel exclaims. "OK then fail" Professor Deveaux says. This project is worth 70% of our grade and I will be damned if I have to retake psychology. "Fine...fine. I'll work with him" I say in an annoyed voice. He looks at me and the professor and sighs. "Man fine il work with him". "This assignment is due in three weeks by Friday, so I suggest you all get to work" said the professor. I walk out the class and into the hall to my next class. Before I could put my headphones on Jamel stops me. "So how we gonna do dis shit man". I look at him with disgust and reply. "We gonna have to start soon, but I do know this. You ain't gonna disrespect me no more. Not if you wanna pass this assignment." He looks at me and then says "aight cool, Imma give you my number just hit me up when we need to work. That's it". I take his number down and we go our separate ways. "Un-fucking-believable" I think to myself.