Treat Me Like Somebody

Hot Dogs| IV

Mercy:

On twitter everyone has been tweeting about the break up between Karson and Cassie, and what girls are getting invited to Kappa Omegas bachelor night this Friday. Some golden tickets has already been distributed.

Naveah sat on the floor pouting about how she doesn't have a golden ticket. I don't know what's the big deal. It's just a party and another reason for guys to make girls feel bad about themselves because they didn't get a ticket.

The dorm door opened and Caprice strutted in with shopping bags. "Guess what bad bitch got a golden ticket?" She shouted.

"Who knows. It couldn't have been you." I sarcastically said.

Caprice took a dress out of her bag that's covered in plastic. "I bought the perfect dress. I'm going to look so good!"

"What about Beau?" Naveah reminded her. I know Beau's not going to like Caprice being escorted by a Kappa Omega.

Caprice hung her dress up on her side of the closet, "What about him? He still hasn't asked me to be his girlfriend so screw him. Besides, Kappa Omega is at the top and why would I want the second best?"

What the hell? She's trading in Beau because he isn't as popular. That doesn't make sense.

"Who asked you to be their date?" I wondered.

Caprice sat on her bed and crossed her legs, "It was anonymous. I guess I'll find out Friday night."

Naveah got off the floor, "Ugh. I wish one of them would ask me. I really want to go."

"Maybe someone will." I tried to make her feel better. Naveah can be so self concious sometimes. She's beautiful and no frat boy is going to make her feel otherwise.

Caprice checked herself out using her front camera of her iPhone. "I hear a Zeta Chi is interested in you Mercy."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not interested. All I can focus on is providing a better life for Kania."

"That doesn't mean you can't have a life of your own. I don't want my girl to be miserable."

"I'm not miserable."

"Just one date."

"No thanks. Stop trying to force a guy on me. If a guy asks me to the bachelor night I'll go."

Caprice looked satisfied. We needed to head to class. I have statistics at one and hip hop right after. I don't have time to worry about guys and parties.

I sat in Statistics confused as hell. I was always not good in math and this wasn't for me. This is definitely not my subject.

Even though I was taking notes I had no clue about the lesson Professor Flynn was teaching. I knew I was going to struggle maintaining at least a 'C plus.

Someone set their bag down next to me and I didn't bother looking up. I was to busy staring at my notebook wondering what the hell did this work mean. I always sat paying attention but it didn't help much.

"Hey," Angel's voice startled me. I didn't know we had Statistics together too.

Looking up from my notebook I didn't bother pretending to smile. I simply said, "Hi."

I jotted down more confusing notes and I wanted so badly to stop trying.

"You okay? You seem a little frustrated this morning." Angel said, retrieving his notebook from his bag.

"I am. I don't get this at all. It's like he says one thing and it goes right out my other ear."

"Have you asked questions?"