Going to an HBCU always had its perks. You had a new experience to catalog just about everyday. The dorms could always use a little work but other than that, you were happy.

Not to mention your university’s football team just scored big and won another home game for the season. Everything was going great. Following the huge win, someone decided to set up a party off-campus to celebrate. And what better way would that be than to get lit off cutwaters and good vibes?

You and your friend group all get ready and hit the road to the house party. When you all pull up to the front door, you walk in and the place is already jumping. It’s packed wall to wall with people, some sipping on mixed drinks while others dance.

What catches your eye, though, is the presence of a few men wearing their signature red and white line jackets. This was a Nupe function. All of a sudden this felt way more exclusive. But it makes sense for them to throw this party since a couple of their guys are on the football team.

As time goes on and you and your friends grab drinks and mingle, you feel eyes on you. You quickly scope out the scene just to see if you’re being paranoid but much to your surprise, there actually is someone staring at you. There’s Stack. Just standing across the living room, dressed in his own Nupe line jacket and giving you a dark up-and-down, biting down on his bottom lip like he’s in thought.

And suddenly he’s in front of you before you know it.

“Whatchu ova here playin’ eye tag for? You ain’t gotta be nervous to come talk to me, now.” His gold grills catch the low light of the room and nearly blind you when he gives you a lazy grin.