Page 2 of F*ckin' With Me
She despised going to church with her family, not because it was church, but because it was with her family. It was expected of her mother, so it was a waste of time to go back and forth.
She pulled out a dress she thought was pretty. It was pink with a pleated bottom. Since it was a party and the first she would be attending, she figured heels were in order. Her favorite pair of Mary Jane heels seemed appropriate. For her hair, she kept it in the bun it had been in most of the day.Sparkles!Her everyday glasses were swapped for a pair of pink glittery ones.
Just as she finished getting dressed, her phone buzzed again. Simonette almost tripped as she rushed to get to it. She knew who it was without looking. Her phone had the most action tonight.
Daylen Smith:
I’m about to leave to come to your room!
Me:
OMW
Daylen Smith:
That’s what I thought. See you soon.
She plugged in the address when she got into her car.Ten minutes away.It took her another ten minutes after she got there to find a parking space. People loitered outside the venue. Eyes fell on her as she walked up. Her comfort level was already low. It depleted when the whispers and snickering started.
There was no cover for the party, thank God. She would have hated having to pay to be in a place she didn’t feel comfortable in. More snickering occurred when she entered the building. Her eyes searched for a wall to flower. On her way to what she feltwas the perfect wall, a hand grabbed her arm. When she turned, Daylen’s handsome face towered over her.
“What’s up? I’m happy you didn’t make me leave to come get your lil’ ass.” Daylen just wanted her to come out and have some fun. He saw her around campus, but it was always when she was on her way to class, in the cafe on campus, the library, or when they had their study sessions. He felt like he was doing her a favor by forcing her to come.
Simonette smiled. “Yeah, I figured, what could it hurt?” Her nerves moved to her hands. She smoothed her dress.
Daylen knew that she looked out of place, but he decided to overlook it. “Hey, you want a drink or something? Come on.”
He grabbed her hand to pull her over to where he and some of his teammates were. The bar was next to them. Simonette could not believe he was holding her hand.
Across the room, one of Daylen’s little throwbacks saw him and was on a mission of her own. She hurried across the busy floor with her homegirls in tow to cut him off. She placed her hand on his chest. “Hey, Day.”
He stopped in his tracks and dropped Simonette’s hand. “What’s up, Bianca? What you got going on?”
She didn’t bother to answer his questions. Her interest was piqued by the girl who stood behind him, who seemed out of place. “Who is this? Did she come to pray for us or something? She looks like she teaches Sunday school or some shit.”
The girls behind her roared in laughter. Simonette wished their cosigns didn’t bother her, but they did. Bianca and her crew were one of the popular crews at Augusta University. There were several of which she would never be part of. Some weren’t as mean as Bianca and her crew though.
Daylen peeked back over his shoulder, his eyes weighed with the same trace of pity that Simonette had long grown accustomed to. She never understood why pity was associatedwith a girl who was proven to be smarter than almost all the students on campus. Sure, she dressed a little frumpy, and her normal hairstyle was a messy bun on top of her head. Simonette had beautiful hair, but she preferred to keep it braided or in other protective styles. Her favorite was curls. She loved her hair curled.
“Bianca, you’re doing way too much. This is my tutor. Chill out.”
Simonette knew it was time to go. She had tutored Daylen for almost two years, and that was all she was to him.His tutor.She wasn’t delusional to think he liked her in a romantic or sexual way, but she thought they were at least friends.
Bianca didn’t want to hear shit about who the insignificant girl was. She pressed her body into Daylen’s. “Am I doing too much if I put my mouth on your dick to make it spit up?”
Her voice wasn’t loud, but she made sure it was loud enough for Simonette to hear. That, she did. Bianca’s brashness shocked Simonette. She heard about girls like her in movies, the books she read, and gossip on campus. She just never experienced them in real life.
“I think I’ll just go. This isn’t really my scene,” Simonette blurted to Daylen’s back. In a mumble, she said, “I should have never come.”
Daylen turned to the side to face her. He didn’t plan to stop her. After all, she was right. That was not her scene at all. He was also more interested in Bianca’s mouth around his dick than babysitting. If Bianca didn’t do anything else great, she knew how to suck a dick with vigor and enthusiasm. “Cool. I guess I’ll see you at graduation.”
Graduation . . .
Daylen had done it. Not only did he pass his final math test, but he passed it with a ninety. All the tutoring that he’d done with Simonette had paid off. His mind went back to the night of the graduation party. He felt bad as fuck about how Bianca went in on her—not enough to not get his dick sucked though. Oh, Bianca tried to suck the skin off it that night.
Simonette cursed the universe. As luck would have it, they assigned her to the very row that Daylen sat on. She led the graduates to their row, which meant he had to pass her. The pity was unhidden on his face. She stood there stoically, refusing to let him know that the way everyone pitied her affected her. It made her more of a recluse. Isolation was her friend.
Daylen sat in his row. He listened to the different speakers. Every once in a while, he would look down the aisle at Simonette. He sat dead in the middle of the aisle. He couldn’t understand why Simonette didn’t lean into her beauty. No matter how frumpy she appeared, her beauty couldn’t be denied. It was a waste in his eyes though.
