Lyricz ' N ' Love • A Ice Cube Short Story [ COMPLETE ]

( 4 ) FAT GIRL

1 week later

Class in session

[A/N : Long Update. I know the updates are frequent but hey....I'ma writer. This what I do ] 

My professor was finishing up his sentence as the class began to pack their things up and exit the lecture hall. I have been in a crappy mood and this was the first day of class. Ever since that night with Eric, I've felt like my self-esteem has decreased even more.

I even have seen him around campus a couple of times and hid my face out of pure embarrassment as he would look at me, mutter something to whom, he was hanging out with and they would start chuckling too.

So much for my college experience huh?

I slung my Jansport hot pink and baby blue backpack over my shoulder as the sounds of chairs folded up and my colleague's muttered and engaging in conversation with one another.

Although I felt like crap, my entire fit was calm and cute for the first day. I sported an all-white fitted Celine Paris T-shirt that momma bought me when she came back from Paris with a matching Levi 501 Jean Jacket, a pair of Levi 501 Capri Jeans and a pair of White and gold Chanel Furry Sandals.

I had my long hair swooped up into a tight ponytail and my baby edges laid to the gawds. A little bit of MAC lipglass enhanced my lips and I had on my huge Ghetto girl hoops again.

As I may my way out of lecture hall, I felt a hand touch the back of my arm causing me to turn around.

"You aint hear me calling you?" the male asked me.

"No. I –" I stopped mid-sentence and smiled as I was face to face with that familiar face. "Hey....O'shea right?"

He grinned as he nodded his head. "Yeah. That's me. Lyrica right?"

"Lyric fool" I laughed. "That's probably why I wasn't responding to you crazy".

"My bad. I knew it was something like that" O'shea beamed as he shook his head.

"What you doing in this class. It's for Freshman. Unless you a super freshman" I joked, looking him up and down.

He looked so dapper in his LA Lakers Letterman Jacket with a pair of Guess Jeans and a fresh pair of Adidas sneakers. He sported an LA Lakers cap and a few chunky Cuban link chains dangled from his neck. The boy was fly as hell.

"Nah. Don't try and play me, girl," he laughed, showing his pretty teeth. " My advisor messed my schedule up so I had to take this the beginning of my sophomore year. So that's why I'm in here with ya babies"

"Okay, Grandpa" I smirked as I turned to walk away from him.

As I turned around to keep walking, I heard footsteps behind me and then O'shea appeared on the side of me. I couldn't help but notice that he was really cute. And I aint just saying that cause Eric is a jack-ass. I noticed they were really cute but it was something about Eric. And now I see he is a walking Piece of shit with an LA SOX hat and nice car.

"You following me or something?" I interrogated, side-eyeing him.

"I don't follow anyone I can walk where I wanna walk girl." O'shea shot back at me with a sly grin. "But I aint gonna lie, you looking kinda right in them jeans."