Confessions of an Invisible Woman

Chapter Two: Where Do I Go From Here?

"What's up Matt?" I tried not to look into his eyes and kept rumbling through my things to keep me busy. Every now and then I glance out my peripheral and see the buckle of his belt glistening in my eyes. Uh uh aht aht aht – this is nothing but a con artist I warn myself with his so called clean shaven slick talking ass. I've seen him and heard him sweet talk his way out of stuff so fast he may as well be called sticky fingers.

"So listen I know you're the talk of Business school, everyone is pretty much riding hard for you to present your ideas tonight". I couldn't tell if he was flattering me or trying to just get into my head. He walks around me so that when I turn around I can fall into his arms, but it doesn't work. I fake right but go left. My mini me muses, gotta be quicker than that Matt. Two can play at that game.

I keep trying to move around him but he would continue to step in my way. Damn what is it that this man wants like come on let me go.

"You know I've been meaning to tell you – you've been one of the brightest women I've seen and I really like your proposal for real estate and gaining properties in this community of Lyon's Park..." he goes on and on and I tune him out lowkey.

As I was saying before he came in and rudely interrupted me and my private thoughts standing in front of me was all the things I loved. He was milk chocolate, sexy I'll give him that – opps sure do know how to put a package together. Who was I kidding and who did Matt think he was talking to – guys always talk about how much they love some chubby or what's the latest offensive word used today? BBW women?

I slowly tune back into what he was saying to me and I just can't face the music no more. "...just make sure you don't fall flat on your ass when you're presenting". As much as I was drawn to his attractive body I put my walls up. I stalk my way up to him grabbing the lapels of his shirt and stare into his hazel green eyes and proudly say, "Well you know what if I do fall no worries I got a lot of cushion. Wanna smack it?" and you know what I proceed to happily slap my peach seated right behind me and I swing my weave and catwalk out of there letting him go. Hopefully he watched and paid attention. Since you want to tell me fall on my ass well guess what turn up on that shit! The nerve of that arrogant and cocky son-of-a... you know what nevermind. Just erase his ass from existence Rasheeda and pipe down.

I take the elevator down and head out of the building and start walking around the campus. It's so lively as if we're at a black music festival or something – it always gets crunk around Homecoming. It was only a week away. Everybody and anybody in the A came down for this special occasion especially for Underground and that's one aspect I love about my HBCU. It didn't matter if you owed someone a debt from a bet, or wanted good barbecue come to Underground and you blend right on in. See Underground was an event that happened every Wednesday on campus, but it's really amplified during this homecoming season. I look down the runway and see "the hill" and the quad are decorated with nothing but blue and grey color streamers and flags. "Sheeda!" I have my headphones in and don't even notice someone's calling me. I feel my shoulder be tapped and I look and see Stevie McFerrin swagging out her AlphaView paraphernalia and knee high boots. She could give Dej Loaf a run for her money in terms of dressing crispy. Six words to describe right now: She. Did. Not. Come. To. Play. That girl is an AlphaView legacy spanning back to her great-grandmother. Stevie is one of my friends from the School of Business minoring in Music Composition and always had to be that one girl with the pep in her step. She had her hair shaped in a pixie cut hairstyle and was about 5 feet 2 inches of that slim thick. She's the reason Bow Wow released "Shorty like Mine" and definitely had 99 problems, but fashion wasn't one of them at least not today – only 90s babies will get the joke. Stevie and I used to sing in the choir together, but let's just say I almost scarred my vocal chords in that choir trying to sing an opera piece for a winter concert and I said the iconic aight I'm out. The choir director definitely wasn't having it, but unless he was willing to pay for my messed up piano chord singing then he had no choice. Oh man I haven't seen her in so long I wonder what crazy ideas she thought about.