LIFE AFTER AN AMERICAN SCANDAL (Sequel to An American Scandal) (On Hold + Edit)

CHAPTER 1: THEY CALL IT COLLEGE

A/N: THE WAIT IS OVER...HERE IS THE FIRST CHAPTER...PLEASE RATE COMMENT, LIKE, SHARE AND TELL ME IF YOU LIKE WHAT I SET UP THUS FAR...OH THE DRAMA JUST STARTED AGAIN. LOVE YOU ALL FOR READING AND KEEPING WITH THE STORY.... FROM THE ORIGINAL TO THIS...HELL YES!!!!

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Chapter 1: They call it college

"Is this fucking high school all over again or what?" Amira yelled to me and Emma. But it felt like more of a question n directed at no one in particular. Amira slammed her hand down on the cafeteria table getting the attention of a guy that was leaning against it with his foot cocked up on the vacant chair as a girl was between his legs and he hands his hands circled around her waist. Immediately I yearned the hands of my only love. The girl was nibbling on the guys neck the way James would do mine.

"Get a room." Amira said rudely and the guy looked at her as if she was crazy.

"You got a lot of balls talking to me like that." The guy said.

"We need this table God." She said sarcastically. He looked at Amira and laughed. "Cause you must be God if I should be scared to talk."

I had to laugh at this point Amira was giving them the girl I use to be but deep down still was. I wished I had the energy to be me again. The guy even laughed as the girl he was with started to hiss. The guy pushed the girl away from him a bit and stood on his feet.

"Jazmine I will catch you later." He told the girl who looked disappointed and then shook her head up and down understandingly. She walked off disappearing in the sea of people in the cafeteria.

"I like you what is your name?" He asked. Amira looked him up and down and then dusted off the chair his foot was on. She straddled the seat and then looked up at him.

"Amira." She said and then Emma and I sat down with our plates.

"Nice..." He said and then Amira cut him off.

"And these are my best friends Sophia and Emma." She said introducing us. He said hi and then pulled a chair that was vacant and spun it around so that when he sat down he was resting his arms against the back of the chair.

"My name is Oliver." He said. "Not that you ask... Which is quite rude!."

"Rude..." Amira asked dramatically. "You know what that is? You were just simulating sex on this very table…now that is rude.”

“Where are you from…that makes a little bit of public display of affection rude?” He said. We all chuckled.

“I am from Jamaica…and we don’t put our bedroom behavior out on a public dining table…now Oliver…twist that ass around and beat it, I need to hang and converse with my friends.” Amira said doing her little hand motion for dramatic effect.

He chuckled hard and remained sitting there. "My name is not Oliver...It is Kyle." He corrected. Amira rolled her eyes.

"So you are a liar." She said.

"No Its all a test sweet face." He said and then used his index finger to brush her chin. Amira smacked his hand and pushed him away. He chuckled and then I watched him lean in and whisper something in Amira ears. Amira looked at him as he stood up and he winked at her. She gave him this eye she normally gives people when they sort of make her want to smile but she is trying to act angry at him.

“My dorm room is 3211…sports complex.” He said as he walked off. She gave him the finger and then turned to us.

“Why are guys so full of themselves?” Amira asked turning to us.