-Your bully Keisha should have outgrown this years ago, starting in junior high; and picking on you all through high school, you’re both now sophomores in college, enrolled in a quite prestigious technical university to boot. You could have had her ass kicked out of school years ago, and your would have, if something about her wasn’t so.. endearing, as screwed up as that is - her beautiful dark skin, her wide set hips, that hair, those lips… we’re getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we-

it’s late Friday evening on an early October day, the leaves off the trees paint the ground in a vibrant fall mosaic, the crisp air made the atmosphere feel nostalgic, almost serene. It was a good day, a quiet day, something in your life that comes few and far between, and as far as you could tell it couldn’t come down from here…

So of course, in comes Keisha, letting herself into your dormitory and going for the fridge, taking out a pop and cracking it open, already acting like she lived there