Travenna State University

Chapter 4: Friendships Tested

"Face-to-face communication, body language and choice tonality play a significant role and may have a greater impact upon the listener than informational content. This is considered Oral communications," said Ms. Jefferson while swinging her silky black long hair. She was a part of Alpha Psi Psi and made sure everyone knew it. I enjoyed coming to her class on Fridays. She was young, fun and knew almost everything that was happening around campus. In other classes, students would constantly look at the clock to see when the class ends but not in Jenny Jefferson's Communications class. It was almost like having a cool older sister or friend. I just wanted to stay in her class for at least another hour. I wasn't prepared to go to this interview.
After Leaving Ms. Jefferson's class I ran to my room to get dressed for the Nu Nu Psi interview that night. I only had 1 hour and 23 minutes to get dressed. As I walked in my room, I noticed Tyrone was on his side of the room getting dressed. "You ready for tonight?" I asked smiling at him.
He nodded quietly.
I didn't even pay attention to him acting like a little bitch in the corner. I just wanted to get this interview over with. After I got dressed I sat on the bed waiting for the time to pass. Tyrone stayed on his side quietly texting some girl. I tried to start small talk, but he would simply answer "yeah" or "no." I was pretty much over it. This nigga is still in his feelings about another organization approaching me. I got my brief folder and walked out the room. I would rather walk around campus than be in the room with a bitter ass hating nigga and that's what I did.
I had on my fresh black suit with a black and gray tie. My lineup was sharp as hell. I was ready to go in and then get ready for Don's birthday party. While walking across the library, I saw Charles. "Sup yo," he said to me.
I replied, "hey man."
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He had on some blue skinny jeans and a black shirt with his red and yellow line jacket one. "Spring 2011 Prestigious Wise One" was on it. He looked at me and asked, "Oh so you have an interview tonight?"
I answered, "Yeah mane, you can say that."
"It's still not too late to change your mind," he said as he walked away smirking.
I went the other way to get to Reed Hall for the interview until I got a call from Nu Nu Psi's president Brandon Lewis. "I want you to get on the 7:00 shuttle and come to my apartment."
I was like, "Ummm o.k."
He didn't say anything after that and just hung up. In my mind I'm thinking that the interviews will be held at his place. I got on the 7:00 shuttle and started to get nervous. I was confused about Nu Nu Psi and I began to think that it wasn't for me. Maybe I was born to be a Rho.
After 15 exhausting minutes, the shuttle finally got to campus apartments. I knocked on the door twice and no one answered. I was hoping this wasn't a prank or some type of hazing. After three more knocks Brandon came to the door. He told me to come in and that he will only be a minute. I sat on his black leather chair. The nerves started to kick in and I was already regretting even coming to this 'so called' interview. He came back in the living room of the apartment with just a towel on. I was freaking the fuck out. The hell is wrong with this nigga. He sat right beside me and asked, "So you really want to be a Nu Psi?"
I looked at him confused and replied, "Yeah, I do."
He told me that I was an automatic pick and that I didn't have to go through any hazing to be apart. I just kept looking down because this niggas began to creep me the fuck out. Then he quickly reached towards my pants to grab my stuff. I quickly jumped up in rage.
"Yo, what the fuck are you doing?! I'm not down with that shit nigga!" I said flipping out on the living room.
He got up and said, 'My bad bruh, I thought you were down."

"Nah I'm not into niggas," I replied and rushed out the room.
I couldn't believe that nigga tried me. I've heard a lot shit about these Nu Psi niggas and canes, but I didn't think it was true.
That nigga fucked up my whole vibe for tonight. The 7:20 shuttle came just in time. I was over the whole interview. I didn't even care no more. I didn't want to be a part of something like that, I didn't want to be in competition with my bros and lose friends over this silly shit. I was over this shit. I texted Zaveon and told him I'm not doing this shit no more. He was confused and constantly kept asking me why.
He knew something was not right and that I wouldn't just quit something that fast. He replied with, "I understand." I told him to come to club levels with me tonight and like a true brother he did that. He skipped his interview and came with me. We've been bros since we were 4 years old and he knew me more than anyone else. I really wasn't in the mood to go to the party after that square headed ass nigga tried me, but I still wanted to show my face and tell Don happy birthday. I stepped in line at the door of the club.
I saw Rob and he grab me. "Nah he's fam," he said while pulling me into the club.
"You good little man?" He asked me.
I replied, "I straight."
In the corner dancing off beat and drunk as hell was Don.
"Wassup my nigaa?! This nigga right hurr is fam!" He shouted to everyone while slurring his words.
I sat down in the VIP section as I waited for Zaveon to arrive. I got a text from Zaveon saying Brandon caught him on the way here and he had to go to the interview. I replied back, "It's okay, go bruh. I'll be fine." I wasn't really focused on nothing I just wanted to enjoy my little break right now. I meet a chick named Stacie tonight and I'm really digging her. She told me she was from Los Angles, California, a sophomore and an Education major.