"Yo, you outside?" He answered the phone.
"Yeah, come get this door." I hang up.
I walk through the living room where his friends are sleeping and head straight back to his room. I shut the door behind me and he immediately starts kissing me on my neck.
*phone buzzes*
Imani👯❤️: Girl wya???
*phone buzzes*
Imani👯❤️: I knowww you're not over Bryson's apt again.
Imani👯❤️: We told you to leave that nigga alone.
*phone buzzes*
Samira👯❤️: I know damn well you're not at Bryson's crib?
Samira👯❤️: Answer my message, sis!
*phone buzzes*
Imani👯❤️: And you better not complain about him no more if you over there getting dick from him for the 3rd time this week.
He brings his head up from in between my thighs and chuckles. "You gon' check that?"
I look over to six new messages from Imani and Samira. I shake my head. "Boy, keep going."
*2 hours later*
Dear White People is on Bryson's tv and Bryson went to sleep. His hand is draped over my body and I just stare at the wall. This nigga could care less about me. I don't even know why I'm here. But it's something about the way he holds me and his smile, I just can't stay away. He starts moving and wakes up.
"You sleep, B?" He asks.
"No." I answer sleepily.
"Why not? Don't you got class at like 10?" He sits up and looks down at me.
"Yeah."
He looks at me for a few seconds and then sighs. "Wassup with you now?"
"What you mean wassup with me now?" I sit up.
"You mad at me or something?" He asks. "I just gave you an hour of straight head, like wassup?"
"Bryson, shut the fuck up and go to sleep." I lay back down. "Didn't nobody say I was mad."
He's still sitting up, reaching for the remote and turns his tv off. "You looked like something was wrong."
"I can't sleep, that's all."
"I just gave you an hour of straight head, like I said. How are you not sleep?"
I just ignored him and tried to go to sleep. He got up and left the room, to use the bathroom I guess.
"Yo Brandi," Bryson starts saying something when he enters the room. "You know you my shawty right?"
I pretended to be sleep. He says this every time he gets a nut off and then ignore my feelings in the daytime.
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Honey
ChickLitCollege isn't a place for romance, as Brandi Hamilton learns the hard way. She navigates the campus trying to gain a better understanding of herself and the men on campus. As she begins to play the game they play, she learns a lot more than what she...
