Tevin, a stuck up sophomore from Manhattan, attends Fisk University in Nashville, Tennessee.
He gets along with mostly everyone there....except one.
Marcus Williams. Star athlete, charmer and public enemy #1, as far as Tevin is concerned.
Gee, I won...
Last time in the holding cell, was....interesting.
I couldn't believe that I was this close to fucking Marcus on a cold steel table while handcuffed. I must have seriously lost my mind.
I mean, think about: Five minutes before, he damn near physically assaulted me on the quad and then we're making out...with my hand down his pants?
As impressive as his...um, endurance may be, Im not some whore that screws everything in sight. Don't get me wrong, Im not a virgin. Matter of fact, I ain't been pure in, well I don't know how long. But, I still am not a whore. Of any kind.
After facing enough embarrassment for the day (getting caught by Marcus's uncle; he went to get Marcus a shirt and then comes back to a full blown orgy) I decided to hang out with Money tonight. Since Money doesnt wanna be around Travis, but Travis knows that Marcus and I have uncomfortable vibes (at least I thought we did) so I know he'll respect my wishes and keep Marcus at bay.
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As Im getting ready, I check out my fit.
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Simple, but I put some effort. I still gotta stunt on 'em. I am from New York.
[play song in MM]
Finishing up the touches of my fit, I hear a whistle behind me. I turn around and cheese real hard to see its my sister, Vanessa.
"Wooo!! Where you going sexy? Don't hurt 'em lil' bro, don't hurt 'em!!!!"
"Nessa!!!! Where you been," I respond, jogging to her, embracing her in a huge hug like we always do. "You just now home?"
"I know I know, but I was on business. Delicious Records had me scout some groups in LA and its this guy who won X Factor France that they want me to convince to sign to us in about 2 weeks. Ive been on so many planes American Airlines got me assigned seats."
"Wait, you gotta leave again? To France? In two weeks?" It might've came out as a whine, but that wasn't my intention. I just don't see her often and Ive been here a minute and she about to leave.
"Listen," she began, "I have to do a job. This job is my passion. Besides, I'll only be there for a month and I'll be right back. Besides, you got me for two whole weeks before I jet, so stop whining. I know you wanna go shopping later on."
