Page 11 of Full Court Press

Already, I wanted this year to be over, and it was only day two of my being here.

I lifted and begrudgingly gathered my belongings, noticing Braelyn’s ass had rearranged our little living quarters once again. She had my shoes stacked against the wall when I had them underneath my bed, and she’d moved the loveseat to the other side of the wall. I couldn’t help but laugh because this girl wasn’t wrong when she said she had OCD. Everything was always clean and put together. She even had the clothes in my closet color coordinated.

Usually, I’d go off on someone touching my things, but Braelyn was nice, and I knew I had to meet her where she was if this was going to work out between us. My thoughts traveled back to the handsome asshole as I allowed the water from the shower to rain over me. From his soft-looking hair to those soft-looking lips, those qualities alone would have any girl wanting to be chosen.

Just the very thought of him wrapping those lips around my nipples had my hand subconsciously squeezing my left tit as my right one made its way between my legs.

May as well finish what he’d started in my dream.

I considered myself a partial virgin. I tried to have sex one time with my high-school boyfriend Desmond White, but I stopped him before he could break through the wall of China. That shit was painful, and I vowed to never do it again.

Well, back then, that was my declaration, but now that I was older, I craved it more often than I should. Guys always tried to talk to me, but I wasn’t interested. Most of them just lacked maturity, and the others just wanted to have sex. I wanted a man who wanted me just as much as I wanted him. To give me intimacy, romance, and fidelity.

I wanted him obsessed with me in a good way and to treat me like I were made of glass.

As Khalil’s face and dick print ran through my mind, I could feel my orgasm building. A few more rubs on my bud, and the dam broke, making me feel relieved and ready to take on the day.

After breakfast and me telling Braelyn about Sabrina running her cum collectors, we headed to our world history class. It didn’t surprise me to have half of the bougie asshole team inside, including Captain Asshole. He was dressed down in an all-black Nike outfit with what I assumed was his signature footwear—a pair of black Jordan 4s. His hair was free of the braids with the indentions they’d left behind. We locked eyes, but I rolled mine away, taking a seat in the middle of the class, far away from them.

“If you all will look at your syllabus, I have assigned you all a Black leader to do a paper on. You all will be split into groups, and I want a ten-page essay on the leader assigned to you. Please, do not give vague answers or repetitive details. I want you all to immerse yourselves into the lives of the person you are assigned to. Find your group buddies, and begin to work on your outline for this assignment. Your outline and essay will count as a grade, so let’s get to work.” Dr. Cullen spoke and clapped her hands twice with a smile on her face.

I opened my syllabus and saw that I had Ida B. Wells-Barnett, the investigative journalist who led a fierce anti-lynching campaign in the 1890s. Dr. Cullen called out leader names so people could find their groups. When I noticed who all had my person, my head dropped in agony.

You have got to be fucking kidding me. This has to be some sort of sick joke.

Literally, four of the asshole crew members had been assigned to my person, and I had to wonder if Dr. Cullen did this shit on purpose.

Maybe it’s a typo, I thought, standing and heading toward her desk.

“Dr. C, I think there has been a typo on my syllabus.”

She held her hand out to me. “Let me see it.” I handed her the paper and watched her eyes scan it. “Where is the typo?”

“You put me with people I don’t particularly get along with.”

She pressed her pink-painted lips together before speaking. “Ms. Sawyer, please understand that I have twenty-one students in my class. I cannot accommodate everyone who has an issue with their peers. I need you to set your differences aside because I know your major, and the person I chose for you is perfect and beneficial to your writing journey. Now, I need you to put away whatever bad blood you have with your group and show integrity amongst your peers. Can you do that?”

I took a deep breath and nodded before I walked away. I could see them in the corner, laughing and talking amongst themselves as I approached, leaving a small space between the group and me, and took a seat.

“I know she is not with our group?” I heard Davina Caldwell ask.

“Oh my God,” Sabrina groaned.

“Hey, shouldn’t you be sitting with the geek freaks over there?” Davina asked.

“Nah, she should be with the emo freaks,” Sabrina countered as they all laughed except Captain Asshole and one of his friends.

“Aye, y’all chill. Let’s get this shit done so I can go check on my lil’ mama.”

Lil’ mama?

Why did that do something to me?

I don’t know why I didn’t think he had a girlfriend. I would have thought it was Sabrina since she was the captain of the cheer and dance squad, but with the way she was hugged up on Lamar, that assumption was void. It didn’t matter anyway. A guy like him would never look at someone like me. I wasn’t glamorous, I didn’t do fancy things with my hair, and I only sporadically got my nails and feet done if my budget allowed me to.

I wasn’t having sex either, which I was sure he was doing ungodly things to these girls around here, so I was literally out of the question when it came to him. I guess that dream really did have me a little bothered, but when I thought of his asshole ways, I quickly dismissed any attraction I had toward him.

“Earth to Pippy,” I heard Sabrina say, flinging one of my braids with her pencil. I gave her ass the death stare. This bitch got one more time. “Which part of the paper you want to do? You can do the ending since it only takes half of a paragraph to sum it all up. We know you’re not the brightest crayon in the box.” She and Davina snickered. I snatched my bag up and stood, about to walk off and say fuck them and this paper until I felt a hand grab my arm.