After lunch, I had a free period, which if you ask me was a gift from God. I usually used my free periods to study, take naps, or even sneak in a quick workout. But first, I had to wash this stupid t-shirt, half a can of fruit punch wasted in a split second.Well, I thought to myself, not completely wasted.
I did spark a conversation with Keisha, which was a victory in itself. I felt like the man of the hour, and I must have been brimming with confidence because everyone was staring at me as I walked towards my dorm. Or maybe it's because Martin's shirt was tight as shit on me and I looked like a complete dumbass.
I unlocked my dorm and stepped inside, Marcus, one of the other guys Martin and I shared a dorm with, was sitting in the common area on his iPad. He looked up at me, grinning as I entered the room.
"Yo bro, what's up with you and Keisha? Martin and them niggas told me you were talking to her." I smirked and shrugged.
"Nothing really, we bumped into each other and I spilled a bit of juice on her," I pointed at myself, "hence this tight ass t-shirt Martin gave me." He laughed.
"Yeah he told me about that, he told me shawty was giving you the fuck-me eyes when you took off your shirt." I raised an eyebrow, I was playing it off like I wasn't happy about that, but on the inside, I wanted to jump up and down screaming my head off.
"Well damn," I said with a frown, "how long were they there for?" I asked as I dropped my bag by the door, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a Gatorade out of our fridge as Marcus got up and did the same.
"Nah after that they walked away, they thought you would peep how she was staring and would try to bag, so they didn't wanna cockblock." I sighed if I only would have noticed it.
"Well Nah, I ain't peep, but that's good to know I guess." I took the cap off my Gatorade and took a sip, "We did have a small conversation, something kind of threw me off about her today...she was eating pizza." He stared at me for a few seconds and then laughed in my face.
"Nigga what?" I rolled my eyes.
"Oh my goodness, she's a fucking Vegan!" He frowned.
"Oh, well that makes sense now...don't you got class with her next period?" I nodded.
"Yep, in another 40 minutes," I walked over towards the couch and plopped down on it," "why do you ask?" He shrugged and opened one of the cabinets grabbing a cup of ramen.
"Well then make your move, it's only a matter of time before somebody else comes at her." I thought about it for a second, although she didn't show any interest in any of the guys on campus, a lot of them showed interest.
"Nah man, I ain't gonna sweat it." He grimaced and shook his head.
"You on nut shit, don't you want shawty? I came here in the fall semester during our second year, we graduate next school year and you still haven't tried anything, where your balls at?"
I rolled my eyes and cupped my crotch.
"Right here bitch," he smirked.
"Well, it's time to nut up or shut up." I nodded.
"Maybe your right...I'll at least try," I paused and laughed, "wait, nigga, who the fuck you think you are with this advice? Fuck you a motivational speaker or something?" He laughed.
"Nigga my name is Marcus: The Enlightened One." We both laughed for a few moments.
"You think you Buddha or some shit, anyways, what's up with some 2k?" Marcus shook his head.
"Nah, I'm about to go to Gina's room." I nodded, Gina was Marcus' girlfriend, she came to Heston the same year as me, she and I were good friends, and she met Marcus through me, they've been inseparable ever since.
"Ight, tell her I said what's up." He nodded grabbing the cup of noodles before he left.
"Imma catch you later Brodie," he said as he walked out the door. I thought about Marcus' words.
Where your balls at?
Those were some wise words, and a good question as well, where the fuck were my balls at? I've had a thing for this girl since I was eleven years old and never did I once ask her out, it took me spilling fruit punch on her by an accident to spark a conversation. Pitiful, fucking pitiful.
I began to surf through the channels on our tv when my phone vibrated, it was my group chat which consisted of the guys, it was a flyer for a party in one of the bigger suites on campus, that's where the privileged (a.k.a. white kids) students lived. Not that our dorms were terrible, they were pretty good. But the shit they got on the east end was fucking amazing. Bigger bedrooms, bathrooms, common areas, and a kitchen with a stove. You could have a legit party if you just move all of the furniture into the bathrooms, that way there was room to fuck, make-out, or do drugs if that's your thing in all the bedrooms.
I began to type.
Me: We hitting this jawn up or what?
Martin: Duh dickhead, somebody daughter catching dick tonight.
I laughed a little bit and responded.
Me: Ard cool
Rich: E-Z, you might as well come at shawty at the party.
I know these guys are my friends and are just looking out for me, but them pushing me into asking her was starting to get annoying.
Well dumbass, I thought to myself, maybe if you grow the balls to make a move maybe they'll shut the fuck up. I looked down at my phone frowning.
Me: You right Rich, imma shoot my shot tonight.
Rich was right, after all, the worse thing she can say is no, what's so scary about that? Marcus' words were still in my head.
Where your balls at?
Maybe he is Marcus the enlightened one.
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