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“All right, my lady. I’ll meet you at your cabin later? We can head to the banquet hall together.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“Awesome, see you in a few hours.” He rubs both hands down my forearm before placing my arms around his neck and kissing me.
“Okay,” I say, pulling away.
Jackson hangs back for a bit while I aim for my room until the evening.
I make it to my cabin without my map, and I’m feeling pretty proud about it. Being teased by Jackson compelled me to vow to at least learn the way to where I sleep if nothing else. When I turn the corner on my floor, I’m surprised to see D'Andre standing by my door. He spots me and removes his hands from his pockets. I contemplate going back the way I came, but something tells me he’ll just follow me. I release a frustrated breath, square my shoulders, and work damn hard at appearing unfazed by his presence. He doesn’t say anything to me when I approach. Not until I reach for the knob does he make any action.
“Can we talk?” he asks, blocking my path.
“D'Andre, I don’t have much to say. I just want to get in my room and prepare for the night. So would you please move?”
“I just need to talk to you. For a minute.”
“About what?” I say a little louder than I mean to. “You’ve been a pure jerk all week. What can you possibly want to talk about?”
“You told me no, Sabrina. Told me you didn’t want to be with or have time for anybody. Yet, you’re here with…Jackson. A white boy, Sabrina, really?”
“Excuse me? This coming from the man with the exotic mixed chick for a fiancée,” I scoff. “I don’t have time for this. Move,” I bark.
“No! I want to know why, you owe me that. I loved you, but you didn’t want that. Now you’re all boo’d up with this clown.”
“Why do you care, D'Andre? We haven’t been together in two years. You’ve moved on—”
“We just fucked three weeks ago,” he cuts in.
“And you’re engaged. Something you didn’t mention three weeks ago. So you’re in no position to stand here questioning or judging me. Now, this is the last time I am going to ask you. Please move!” I demand, trying once more to pry my way past him and into my cabin.
Instead of honoring my request, D'Andre grabs my wrist, pushing me away from the door. I squirm to free myself, but his grip is too tight. He pulls me close, pleading for me to explain myself. Just then, I smell the liquor on his breath, and suddenly his persistence makes sense.
“D'Andre, you’re drunk. You need to go sleep it off,” I say, still fighting to get away.
“Do you love him?” he asks, yanking me closer to his chest.
Before I can answer, D'Andre is knocked sideways and flung to the floor, Jackson’s tall frame hovering over D'Andre as he punches him continuously.
“Stop it!” I yell while grabbing at Jackson. “Jackson, stop it. Get off of him,” I plead, blocking his arm and stopping him from landing his next blow. By now people are out of their cabins, a small circle forming around us.
“What are you doing? Get up!” I say, forcefully.
“What’s happening?” Aliza says, squeezing her way through the crowd. She kneels beside D'Andre, begging to understand why he’s been in a fight.
“Go in my room. Now!” I say to Jackson.
He angrily steps away from D'Andre then bends to snatch something from the floor, ripping the key from my hand and slamming the door behind him.
“Should we call security?” a man asks.
“No!” Aliza and I both say.
“Are you sure? He may be hurt,” the man continues.
“I’m fine,” D'Andre blurts while wiping blood from his lips.
Gradually the crowd disburses, leaving just the three of us in the hall alone.
