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“I guess I was just confused as to why you were even at the party at the first place, Wendy. Damn! Do you any idea how awkward of a position that was for me? Because Kandyce was there, too, you know? And she told me y’all work together? Did you know that?”
“I don’t know,” Wendy said on the other end of the line. “Possibly.”
“Possibly?” I repeated, starting to get irritated. “Wendy, I need you to understand. I was literally just arguing with my girl… hell, I don’t even know if she is still my girl after this shit, but I was arguing with her because she saw me talking to you.”
It was now 2:30 in the morning. The party was still going on, but seeing as how we’d only rented out The Spotlight until 3, it was starting to die down. I’d called Wendy on the phone since I hadn’t seen her anywhere in the club since we’d talked at the bar earlier.
“Graham,” Wendy started, “you know we’re cool. But to be honest, that’s not my problem. You’re the one with the girlfriend, not me.”
“Um, apparently, I’m not,” I fired back. “What was Mike talking about? You’re his girlfriend?”
“Why does that even matter?” Wendy asked, sounding defensive. “Look, it’s not like when we were doing our thing, we were official. And truth be told, I’m not a ‘I’ll see you when I see you’ type chick. What we had was fun while we had it, but I wanted and DESERVED more. I don’t even know why I’m explaining myself to you, but… I met Mike one night back in January when he came through the club where Kandy and I work. I was, umm, waiting his table and he was dropping lines, and I liked what he was telling me. We went out one time and it kind of just went from there.”
I can’t even lie – I was certainly jealous that it seemed Wendy had moved on from me, and with one of the Kappa Neos, no less. Even worse, I couldn’t blame it on his new letters because the two of them had clearly hooked up beforehand. It was interesting to say the least. I’d never taken Wendy for the type to even want a relationship, at least one beyond one night stands, I thought. As far as I knew, she’d certainly never caught feelings for me. So how’d she end up liking Mike?
“Hello?” she called out, jerking me out of my thought process. “Graham, you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here. Just thinking.”
“I could tell. You didn’t correct me this time about calling your girlfriend ‘Kandy.’” I could only reply to that with a heavy sigh. “Look, it’s not like I’m going to tell her about me and you. She’s a sweet girl, especially compared to her soror… Ja-Not or whatever her name was. And you and I are cool. Regardless of what you might think of me, I DO have morals, and I wouldn’t do something like that.”
“I appreciate that,” I told her.
“Okay, well… I’m kind of tired, so I’ll talk to you later. Okay?”
“Maybe.”
“Bullshit, Graham. You know your ass is going to be calling me like usual.” She laughed her mischievous laugh on the other end of the line. “Bye.”
With that, Wendy hung up the phone, leaving me to my own thoughts. I ran a hand over my bald head. I couldn’t tell what was happening with me and Kandyce. It was like one minute, we were good, and the next, we were just… existing. I cared about her, but I didn’t want to just “exist.” At the same time, I was angry with her. Kandyce had shown me her true colors tonight arguing with me in the club. Most chicks just don’t understand how much of a deal-breaker that can be for guys, for the girl they care about to be so insecure. I understood that females could compete all the time, but damn. Ask ME the questions instead of assuming for yourself. And it seemed like Kandyce had wanted to tell me something before Stokely had dropped that beer bottle… but what?
I sighed heavily. I checked all the stalls in the bathroom to make sure no one had been around to hear me on the phone, then went back out into the club.
“… She be jumpin’ up and down tryin’ ta’ fit that ass in/ Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten/ All they want to talk about is partyin’ and fashion/ Every single night, I have a dream that I am smashin’ them alll…”
I walked back into a crowd of people getting extremely hype to the song that was playing now, “Every Girl” by the rap group Young Money. The thumping bass of the song contributed to the high I was already experiencing from the drinks I’d had throughout the night, but I wanted more. I wanted to lose myself, to lose my thoughts, and just release all my frustration somewhere. I wanted to talk to Kandyce, to tell her I was sorry, to ask her what she wanted to tell me, to shout at her until I was blue in the face that we just weren’t going to work if she didn’t trust me.
Excuse the HELL out of me if you aren’t giving me reasons to trust you! Kandyce’s words echoed in my head. But what reasons did she need? I mean, damn, it wasn’t like I had cheated on her. The most I’d done was talk to Wendy about us… and maybe on the sly, I’d flirted a bit with Je’Nah, but I hadn’t done anything. Damn, man! I thought. As a waitress walked by carrying a tray of Jello shots in test tubes, I grabbed one shot off of the tray. I motioned to pay for it, but the waitress just kept on walking like she hadn’t even felt me take it. Oh, well, I thought, and I downed the shot.
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed aloud. I hadn’t expected the shot to taste so bitter. Damn! Or maybe it wasn’t the shot but the shot mixing in with everything else I had drunk thus far. I made my way back out onto the dance floor and blended in with the crowd. Again, I looked around. But the person I was looking for was nowhere to be found.
***
“… And I don’t know how fake feels, so I just gotta keep it real/ I just want to fuck every girl in the world, every model, every singer, every actress, every diva/ Every House of Diddy chick, every college girl, every skeezer…”
“Je’Nah!” I shouted, pulling her out of the Delta strut line as they came in my direction. She stumbled out and looked at me crazy.
“Who tha’ fuc- oh, it’s you,” she said. “What’s up, what you want?”
“I’m trying to find Clarity!” I shouted.
“Why are you so damn loud, though?! I can’t hear you.”
“That’s why I’m talking so loud, Je’Nah! So you can hear me over the music!”
“Ohhhh!” Je’Nah replied, still bouncing her body around to the beat of the music. “Why you lookin’ for Clarity?”
“I don’t feel so good,” I said into her ear. “I think I, I think I had too much to drink. I’m kind of out of it.” For a minute, it seemed like the world was getting blurry. I blinked twice, and then everything was clear again.
“Well, just chill at the bar, okay?” Je’Nah told me. “I don’t know where Clare is, but I will take care of you and all as soon as this song is over. Okay?”
“What?!” I asked her. I was getting a little dizzy now, and she was becoming harder to hear.
“I said, I’ll come back for you after this song finishes!” she shouted over the music. “Okay?”
“Okay!”
Je’Nah took me by the hand and led me back over to the bar, then helped me to sit down on a bar stool. When she was sure I was secure, she went back out into the crowd. I raised a hand to my forehead and shook my head again. I felt horrible for some reason. I didn’t even really think I had drank that much over the course of the night, honestly. There were definitely many other parties that I’d had a LOT more alcohol at. I tried to recall what all I’d been sipping on that night, but the only thing I could distinctly remember was Graham, fighting with Graham and drinking his drink to spite him. But what had we been fighting over? I thought. And why had I wanted to make him angry? Some girl. But I couldn’t even really remember who the girl was.
I leaned into the bar stool until my back was up against the bar. Damn! I was really feeling out of it. At that moment, I really wanted nothing more than to fall into Graham’s arms. But he was nowhere to be found. Or maybe it would have been easier to find him if I wasn’t so gotdamn drunk. Shit.
***
“Alright, y’all, it’s a Kappa party,” the DJ suddenly announced, interrupting the song that had been playing. “And y’all know that when it finishes to come… I’m sorry, when it comes to finishing, heh, the GSU Nupes do it for the ladies. So, here comes that slow shii…” The DJ trailed off and scratched a record for effect. Then
“It’s your birthday, so I know you want to riii-ide out/ Even if we only go to myyyy house/ Sip mo-weezy as we sit up on myyy couch/ Feels good, but I know you want to cryyyy out…”
The whole atmosphere of the club changed as the soft pulse and anticipating drums of the singer Jeremih’s song “Birthday Sex” started playing. It was the ultimate slow jam, the perfect close to an epic night. Everyone on the dance floor started pairing up. Guys pulled girls into them seductively, girls gave in and fell into the guys’ embraces. Bodies flowed in tune with the beat around me. And there I stood, in the center of the dance floor, drunker than I knew what and all alone.
I suddenly felt two soft arms wrap around my waist from behind me. I had sense enough to look down and make sure the hands were feminine looking; sure enough, the hands on my abs were well-manicured and wearing hot-pink nail polish. The girl behind me started swaying me to the beat from behind. Ordinarily, that wasn’t my style, but since I was feeling good, I moved with her for a minute.
“… Girl,you know I-I-I/ Girl, you know I-I-I/ I’ve been feenin’/ in the late night…dreamin’ about your lovin’/ Girl, you know I-I-I/ Girl, you know I-I-I…”
I took advantage of the chorus to take the girl’s hands in mine, dip down, and, holding her hands above me, spin around to where I could turn to face her. I certainly hoped it would be Kandyce. The lights had dimmed in the club now, and it was hard to tell who the girl was somewhat, but I hoped it was Kandyce. And, like I said, I was feeling good behind the alcohol and I wanted to dance just as much as she did, so I indulged her, let my hands trace their way down her waist and rest comfortably on her hips. She pressed herself into me and started winding her body up against me; I could feel her nipples getting hard up against my chest. Rather than go for the typical grab-her-ass move, I let my fingers walk up her bare back, placed my hands on her shoulders as I started grinding into her. I heard her breath catch, took that as my cue to hold her a little closer, work her a little bit harder.
***
“… See you sexy and them jeans got me on 10/ 1-2-3… think you got me pinned/ Don’t tap out, fight until the ennd/ Ring that bell, we gon’ start over a-gainn…”
“Kandyce?” I heard my name, but I couldn’t see who was saying it. I couldn’t tell if the club was just dark or if my eyes were closed or what.
“Kandyce?” the voice called out again. This time, I recognized it. I tried to sit up. I felt like was I standing up but still sitting down. My head was on full-out Tilt-A-Whirl.
Stokely? So disoriented, I couldn’t tell if I’d said his name aloud or had just been thinking it.
“Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?”
No, not really. Not feeling too good. Think it was something I drank. Can’t remember what…
“Damn, Kandyce. You look pretty plastered. Do you want me to take you home?”
Please. Feel like I have a fever and… I felt myself lurch forward, felt my mouth open but nothing came out. I swallowed hard. It felt like I was being lifted up somewhere, like my arm was being draped over someone’s shoulder.
“I’ll get you out of here, alright? I’ll get you home.”
Home… Lights around me were flickering now, couldn’t tell if that was the lighting in the club or me blinking intermittently. I was moving kind of fast. One minute, I heard traffic, car horns; the next minute, I was sitting on something soft, heard a door slam and the traffic sounds disappeared.
***
“… We grindin’ with pass-sion/ ’cause it’s your birth-day/ Been at it for hourrrs, I know you thir-sty/ You kiss me, so sweetly/ Taste just like Hershey’s/ Just tell me how you want yo’ gift…”
We’d switched positions now. She was facing away and pressing her tight ass up into me, head back against my chest and an arm wrapped around my neck. Her fingernails gently clawed at the middle of my neck. Shit was hypnotic. I looked down into the girl’s face and she looked up at me. Eyes black as midnight. She wasn’t Kandyce.
“Je’Nah?” The name left my lips almost at the same time as it passed through my mind.
“Yeah.” I saw her lips move in the dim lighting. Then she craned her neck a little bit, lifted her head up towards me and stuck out her tongue. I knew what she wanted. She was daring me, I thought. I had never been the type to back down. And I wasn’t going to start now…
***
Stopping after having been moving for what seemed like forever. My feet back on solid ground.
“Kandyce, step up.”
I can’t. Feeling myself being lifted up off the ground. Rising up… up… up…
“Where are your housekeys?”
There’s blood on my knees?
“No, your keys, Kandyce. Where are the keys to your apartment?”
Oh. Inside pocket of my clutch purse. Back down on solid ground. The sound of a door opening. A click. White light that almost knocks me back because it’s so gotdamn bright. Brought back into the dark and lowered onto something soft. Head throbbing like someone’s hitting my skull repeatedly with a hammer. Bright white light again. I wince.
Damn it, Stokely! Turn on my lamp, don’t use the big light!
“My bad. Hold on.” The room goes dark again. Another click, and the room lights up with a softer, almost orange light. Feels like I can’t move my body at all. Mental note to never, ever drink again for as long as I live. The bed sinks near my legs.
“How are you feeling?”
Like shit. Head’s pounding. Can’t tell if I want to throw up or pass out.
“Damn, Kandyce. What did you do tonight?”
I don’t remember. I honestly felt like I was losing my memory by the second. If I didn’t go to sleep soon, this whole night would be a blank slate. Eyes closing.
“Kandyce! Kandyce, wake up!” My eyes dart back open. Vision’s a little blurry, but I can see Stokely’s eyes barely two inches from mine.
Nigga, let me sleep. Damn.
“No. I’m not letting you sleep until I figure out what’s wrong with you. What did you do tonight?”
If I tell you, will you let me sleep?
“Yeah.” I sigh deeply. I drift back into my head, try to replay all that happened from the probate on. All that comes to mind is
Graham
“Graham? What about him? What’d he do?”
We fought. Suddenly, that memory starts taking shape. Angry at him because of this girl he was with. Some chick I know from work. I drank whatever he had been holding. Think it was after that, that I started feeling bad.
“Shit! Mike was right…”
What? He rose up off the bed. I felt my heels being taken off. Felt my belt buckle being undone. But I couldn’t move.
Stokely? What are you doing?
***
What was I doing? I thought, as Je’Nah’s tongue practically fought with mine. She ran her fingers over my bald head, let her hands go down my body until she was unbuttoning my suit jacket. It had all happened so fast. One minute, we’d been dancing together to that “Birthday Sex” song. The next minute, we were in the back seat of my car, rubbing the hell out of each other. Then we’d started kissing. Then…
“Don’t think about it,” she said, finally breaking away from me.
“I’m not,” I told her, sliding a hand up under her skirt and kissing her on her neck.
“Goo-ooooood!” Je’Nah moaned. She undid the button on my dress pants and I pulled them back. I felt her wrap her legs around me. I kissed my way down from her neck to the space between her breasts. She reached behind her for her purse on the floor, nibbling on my ear all the while. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that she’d taken a condom out and was ripping the packaging open. In that second, shit got real.
***
In that second, shit got real. I felt cold, probably because my legs were exposed now. My pants and heels were off. I was fading in and out. Couldn’t tell what was going on. I felt my shirt being pulled up over my head.
Stokely, what are you doing? I managed to say. At least, I thought I’d said it. When the fabric came up off my eyes and I could see again, Stokely was on top of me. I could make out that he was unbuttoning his shirt. A flash of memory. The night of my birthday. Stokely kissing me, me pulling away, probably a lot later than I should have. The awkward silence after. Me sending him home.
What are you doing?
“Kandyce, I think… roof… sweat… might black out…” I heard him, but I didn’t hear him. Saw his mouth moving, but couldn’t hear anything.
“Trust me,” was the last thing I heard him say. “I would never hurt you.”
***
“Trust me,” was the last thing I heard her say. She’d whispered it into my my ear after the last of her screams had died down. “I would never hurt you.” Her body shuddered against me. Aftershocks, no doubt. I sat back up in the back seat of the car, assessed the damage. It was kind of like I knew what had happened, but I kind of didn’t. I had a splitting headache now. Damn it! I thought. I’m never drinking again. I say that all the time, but this time, I mean it!
I leaned back against the back seat, let my hands fall to my sides. My right hand fell upon damp skin. Damp skin on a toned leg. My eyebrow furrowed. My mind tried to piece the night together again. It was kind of like I knew what had happened, but I kind of didn’t. Or maybe I just didn’t want to admit anything to myself. That’s when I looked over at the body on the seat beside me. That’s when I pulled the strand of her hair aside and took a good look at her face. My heart felt like it was tied to an anvil as it sank to the bottom of my stomach.
“What the fuck did I just do?”
***
“What the fuck did I just do?” I did the right thing, I told myself as I left Kandyce’s bedroom. I KNOW I did the right thing. I looked back at her one more time as she lay asleep on the bed now. I was almost tempted to go over and kiss her on the forehead or something, but it just didn’t seem right. I already felt enough like I had taken advantage of her. I gently lifted my dress shirt off of Kandyce and slid it back on to my body, closed her bedroom door and made my way through the living room of the apartment to the front door.
It was right when I had placed a hand on the doorknob, that I noticed that the TV was on. The TV hadn’t been on when I had first brought Kandyce back into her apartment. I looked back. There, sitting on the couch and looking straight at me… there sat Clarity. I was certain the shock on her face was nothing compared to the look of utter surprise on mine. Her eyes darted from me, to Kandyce’s room, to me again. The night had been tiring, and bringing Kandyce home had peaked my exhaustion.
“What happened?” Clarity asked me. There was a look in her eyes that I’d never seen before… a look like she didn’t trust me or, worse, a look like fear.
“I brought Kandyce home,” I told her simply. That was all I could muster. I couldn’t bother explaining everything to her. She’d never understand, I thought. If my suspicions were true, if I was right in thinking that Clarity had somehow caught FEELINGS for me, then I just KNEW she would have made up her mind about what had happened. When Clarity had her mind made up about something, the only person who could change it was Clarity. I couldn’t blame her. What other assumption could you make when you saw the guy you liked walking out of your best friend’s room, in a half-unbuttoned shirt at that?
I saw the sadness in Clarity’s eyes. Not that I owed her anything, but she deserved to know what had happened, and I would tell her, but not tonight. At another time, when my thoughts were more coherent, when I was sure I could tell everything right.
“Good night,” I said. Clarity didn’t reply; she just rose up off the couch and walked over to where I was by the door, the sad look in her eyes staying on me the whole while. She reached for the doorknob and touched my hand instead. She lifted my hand off the doorknob, then walked around to the other side of me and opened the door. I honored Clarity’s silent wish and left the apartment.
———–
The following Wednesday afternoon, April 1. And truth be told, I really was kind of feeling like an April fool myself. Just under a week had passed since the night of “The Big Bang,” since the night I’d become a Kappa. I remembered everything about that night – the probate, the party, Graham and Kandyce’s argument in the club, and driving Kandyce home. The problem was that, I couldn’t remember what had happened AFTER I’d arrived at her apartment. As far as I knew, I had dropped her off at her place and went straight back home. And then Kandyce had hit me up the next morning with a simple Thanx 4 bringing me home last night text on my phone. I’d seen her throughout the week, since this current week was the “Krimson & Kream” week that our Kappas were co-hosting a week full of events with the Deltas; but it seemed like Kandyce had been trying to avoid talking to me, and I had no clue why.
But truth be told, it was Clarity I was more worried about. Just thinking about her caused me to check my phone on instinct. Of course, yesterday, the 31st, had been the day of the student forum with the Vice-President of Student Affairs. The forum had been held at 2 PM in the afternoon…at the same time as the Kappas & Deltas were supposed to have been hosting a pool party at the Timeless Meadows student apartment complex. As a Neo, I couldn’t miss the event. As a friend, I couldn’t bear to face Clarity. It hurt to choose. I was certainly just as passionate an advocate for the OAASS&P funding as Clarity was. But in this particular case, Kappa was more important. I didn’t even bother calling her to tell her I wouldn’t make it just because I knew how she’d react. I felt horrible about it, honestly, but I knew Clarity would understand. She had to understand.
Three voicemails had ended up on my phone between yesterday and today, three voicemails and two text messages. My Cowardly Lionass only bothered to look at the texts. One read, I can’t believe you. How u could do this to Black GSU? To me, even? The other, I’m not even surprised. They all change when they get a jacket. It was the second text message that I kept going back to and reading foolishly, like it might change to something more positive with a second, or third… or thirteenth glance; it never did. But I HADN’T betrayed GSU’s Black community, I told myself. I had merely shifted my priorities. As soon as this week was over, I’d shift them back.
“Graham!” Lloyd barked, pulling me out of my thoughts and back into the present. “This wood ain’t gon’ carry itself. Dawg, can we get a little help?”
Today’s event was a community service project. We’d invited members of Black GSU, but really, the entire university community, to join us in doing some re-beautification of a park in inner-city Atlanta. Graham had opted not to come out for it.
“Yeah!” I called back. “I’m coming.” I looked down at my phone one last time, pulled up the Contacts tab, scrolled down to Clarity’s name.
“Dawg!” Lloyd shouted at me again. “Bring yo’ ass! Damn!”
“Alright, alright!”
With a heavy sigh, I closed the Contacts window, and returned my phone to my back jeans pocket. I’d talk to her at another time, I assured myself. When I’d have more time to explain things, when my thoughts were more coherent, I’d talk to her. But not today. Another day. I couldn’t shake the feeling that some time not so long ago, I’d thought similar thoughts.
***
“I just feel like…” Lisa started, then trailed off.
“You feel like what, Lisa?”
“Kandyce, it’s really not my place to say…”
“Well, hell, you brought it up, girl!”
My sorority sister Lisa and I were camped out resting on the stoop of a nearby apartment building close to the park we had been working on for the joint community service. Between the hot sun outside and spending so much time shoveling and laying out a new garden to surround the park, my hair was an absolute mess now. The things we do for our Brothers, I thought. I sure hoped the community appreciated it, though. Even though the work had been hard, it felt good to be able to give back something to Atlanta. It reminded me of why I had pledged Delta in the firstplace, so I could feel like I was serving a greater cause, a larger purpose.
“Okay, look, you didn’t hear this from me, okay?” Lisa asked, an unmistakable anxiety in her voice.
“Okay. Well?” I prodded her.
“Kandyce, a few people saw Graham and Je’Nah together at the afterparty.”
“That’s not that big of a deal. They’re frat brother and sister. Of course they’d be spotted together.”
“No, no, you’re not hearing me.” Lisa leaned her head down like what she had to tell me wasn’t meant to be shared even with the air around us. I raised an eyebrow at her, but indulged her and leaned in towards her.
“Graham and Je’Nah were together,” she repeated. “Like dancing together, to the last song.” My heart skipped a beat. Immediately, certain thoughts ran through my head; I shook them all away. My own memory of the night of the afterparty had been pretty fuzzy. The most I remembered was blacking out after fighting with Graham. Then I had woke up in my bed the next morning. But Graham wouldn’t have done me like that. He knew better, I told myself.
“Oh, well,” I told Lisa, trying to play it off like I wasn’t even bothered by it. “It’s just a dance. Besides, by that time, I was pretty busted, I think.” I added a laugh at the end of my statement to sell it, but the laugh had come out sounding real nervous.
“Okay, well,” Lisa continued, “after the last song, they left the Spotlight together. We actually looked for Je’Nah for a minute, you know? Called her cell phone and everything, and she never answered. I stayed behind a bit longer than everyone else, because I thought she had maybe passed out or wandered off. You know how Je’Nah can be when she’s under the influence.”
“Lisa, where’s this going?” I asked her, starting to get irritated with her dragging this out. If she had something to say, I thought, I wish she would just hurry up and put it out there. Damn!
“Well, shortly after, I saw Je’Nah and Graham walking together away from the club. They left together in Graham’s car. And I’m not trying to be that girl that stirs up shit between y’all, but… I saw them kiss.” An alarm went off in my head. Something warned me to ignore it. I followed that warning.
“Didn’t you say everyone was kinda out of it that night? Maybe you were just seeing things, Lisa.” I suggested. Just then, Je’Nah walked up to where we were sitting. It took EVERYTHING in me not to look at her and, consequently, give away what Lisa had told me.
“What’s up, y’all?” Je’Nah greeted us with a smile. Lisa damn near hopped up off of the stoop and scurried away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Je’Nah watch Lisa run away, watched a confused expression spread across her face. She took Lisa’s place and sat down beside me on the stoop.
“What’s up with her?” Je’Nah asked. You know damn well what’s up with her! I wanted to shout, but I stopped myself.
“Did you fuck him?” Couldn’t stop that from coming out, though. I’d asked the question while I was looking down at the ground, because I just knew just looking Je’Nah in the face, I’d know the answer.
“Whoa, whoa. Hold up.” Je’Nah threw her head left then right, as though she was looking around. “Who are you talking to?”
“Ain’t nobody else here.”
“K, I’m a little concerned about you right now…”
“I’m actually concerned about YOU, Je’Nah.” At that point, I decided to look up. I felt my eyes getting wet. My heart told me it couldn’t be true. My heart told me Lisa had just been seeing things. My mind, which had always, it seemed, been betting against Graham, told me the truth was right in front of me.
“Answer my question,” I told her. “Did you fuck him?”
“Kandyce, I SWEAR I have no clue-”
“You fucked my boyfriend.” I spat out. “You fucked Graham the night of the probate.” Je’Nah’s mouth fell open. Her face contorted like what I’d said had taken her aback. But her eyes gave her away. I closed my eyes tight.
“Kandyce, look-” she started but never finished. My knuckles were suddenly throbbing. The whole world around me had gone red. Je’Nah’s head snapped back. She covered her mouth and nose with a hand.
“Okay,” I heard her say, though her voice was muffled behind her hands. “Okay. If that’s how you want to be, then fine. Yes, Kandyce… actually, NO, Kandyce, Graham fucked me. He fucked me hard. He called me your name while we were having sex in the back of his car once, but I changed that up quick. You don’t deserve him.
“Oh, and before you throw that fist you have raised at me, you should know that I KNOW. I found out Kandyce, that the girl in our chapter who had some interesting night activities… it turns out that trick was right under my nose all along. Think about that. Not only do you already have a reputation for fighting in public now, but you might have another reputation for bringing shame on the GSU Deltas. You want to fight me? Remember who has the upper hand.”
She finally pulled her hand away from her mouth and nose; her nose was bleeding, but she was grinning hard. So many emotions coursed through me in that one moment. I had never been one to take action without thinking. Yet the only thought on my mind at that moment… was that while Je’Nah may have had the upper hand, I for damn sure had the heavier one. And just like that, the upper hand met my uppercut.
To be Konkluded…
