Curves and All

Chapter 1

Quantis POV

I hate skinny bitches. They get on my nerves. Always making jokes about us fat people. Like we some kind of clowns. That shit ain't okay.

I remember when a skinny girl was talking shit about me. I hadn't said or done anything to her. I didn't even know her. I still remember her petty words.

"Look at that wide load! What a whale!"

I remember turning around and cursing her for everything I could think of. I even talked about her being skinny. Then I asked her did it feel good to be made fun of about her weight. She mugged me and walked off. I didn't care though, I had proved my point.

I never had low self esteem. I don't see anything wrong with me. As far as I'm concerned, I'm badder than most of these skinny bitches. I can take their man and they side nigga too.

I'm short, 4'11, and 150 lbs. My hips, thighs, and ass are the biggest things on me. My hips and ass are huge. I don't have a problem with it. I think it's sexy cause I got a badonkadonk. My stomach is completely flat and I have a thin waist. My breasts are D cups and are perky and round. I'm a mixture of chocolate and caramel. My lips are full, and puckered. My eyes are slanted. My hair is down to the middle of my back.

I'm in college of course. I'm 20 years old and I've accomplished more than half the bitches in my family ever could. Why am I so hostile and continuously call other women bitches? That's what they are. Bitches. I trust no bitches and I don't give a fuck about them and their feelings.

I don't even trust my own mother with her ratchet ass. That bitch always favored my sister more. Always sticking up for her and putting me down. I made sure to cuss her out and set her straight before I left home for college.

I don't visit home. I don't call home. I just pushed it out my memory. I just started over when I left.

"Quantisa Ward." my professor said as he called row.

"Here." I said loudly.

I'm not the shy type. Never was. I'm not easily embarrassed and I don't give a damn what anyone thinks of me. At the end of the day, if a nigga ain't paying my bills or helping me in any way, he can step the fuck off.

"Today, we will go over Shakespeare." my sexy professor said. I was in English.

He was fine. Finer than fine. He was gorgeous and I wanted to feel his touch on me ever time I came into this class. I wanted to feel him inside me. Right on his desk. My legs to the heavens and his hands on my breasts...

Get it together.

I quickly returned my attention to the lesson. I started taking notes and pulled out my phone to download Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. We had to have the book read by the end of the week. I could read the book within two days and write the reports early. I could then get ten points added to my grade, since that's what we get for early turn ins.

As we gathered our things to leave, I noticed my professor, Mr. Hails, staring at my ass. He insisted that I call him Raymond many times, but I stick to Mr.Hails. It's a turn on to be formal with him. I would love to scream that out while he fucks me.

I walked down to his desk. He looked at me with the most lustful stare I'd ever seen in my life. I just knew he wanted to jump my bones.

"You know I'm gonna turn that paper in early, right?" I asked.

"Yea... m..most definitely Quantis. So, uh when do you think you'll start? I actually wanna help you out with this one." he said looking at my breasts.

I had decided some cleavage would be mandatory. I had on a pink, v neck, low cut t-shirt with some tight blow blue jeans and some black Nikes. My hair was at the top of my head in a donut bun. My makeup was on point and I sported silver bracelets and big silver hoops. I had on a silver necklace.

"I'll be starting today." I said a little more seductively than I intended.

"Well, can you meet me at Joe's Pizza for some dinner and some help?" he asked.

"Yea. I'll be able to be there by five." I said nonchalantly.

"Alright. Well, I'll see you then." he said before winking at me and going back to his work.

I started walking away adding a little more bounce to my step to make my ass jiggle. I could feel his eyes staring at my ass. I exited the class, which was my last class of the day, and made my way out to the parking lot. I walked over to my blue Malibu max. I got inside and sat. I needed to get home and start getting ready.

My phone that was hooked up in my car system, started ringing. I answered. It was my gay friend Jason. He was my favorite person in the world. The only person I trusted.

"Heyyyyy biiiiitccccchhh!" he exclaimed into the phone.

"Hey wassup?" I said in an exited tone.

"Nun much gurl just bored. I just finished brushing this new Weave." he said.

"Is it horse or raccoon?" I asked as I made a left turn.

"It's Brazilian bitch!" I heard him laughing.

"Brazilian raccoon?" I asked with a light chuckle.

"This is human hair!" he said and I could imagine him twirling his fingers through his curly locks.

"Well I got a date with Mr.Hails. Well, something like a date. He's helping me with my work. At Joe's Pizza." I said.

"Biiiiiiitch! Oh my god! Get that dick gurl! It better be big! And bitxh you better bring me some pizza back or I'ma Sharkeisha yo ass!" he squealed.

"Hahaha! Bitch whatever. And okay I will. Bye ho!" I said before hanging up.

I got out my car, which was now parked on the other side of the campus, where the dorms were. I walked inside my dorm to see my slutty roommate all over some dread head nigga. I don't talk to her nor do I want to. I don't talk to bum bitches.

I walked in my room while completely ignoring her words of greeting and went straight to my bathroom. I had two hours before I had that study date and I needed a hot shower.

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Francie Maupin as Quantis
Don Benjamin as Raymond Hails
Dreamy Robinson as Tia, Quantis Roommate.
Trinity K. Bonet as Jason.