Entry I
Don’t Trust Him!
As I waited in line at the campus diner with a couple of my friends, sipping on my strawberries n’ cream frappuchino I’d snatched up from Starbucks minutes ago, I was rudely nudged in the shoulder by a guy who had decided that it was a good idea to cut through the middle of the line instead of walking around like everyone else.
I lifted my head and peered into the eyes of the guy who had bumped me. And guess what? Dude didn't even stop. Though he nearly stepped on my toes he just kept on walking and strolled to his seat with his head held high like he was all that and a bag of chips. I remained quiet but in my mind I was yelling, Do the words excuse me mean anything to you? One of my girlfriends nudged me as he strolled away and headed to his seat at a table in the corner.
“What was that about?” She crooned, grinning at me as if I had some juicy secret I had been keeping from her.
“Nothing.” I assured her, glancing over my shoulder quickly to see Terrell, the guy that had desperately tried to capture my attention, chatting with the other speculating members of the basketball team. He stared back at me for a moment and grinned, squinting his eyes and showcasing a set of perfectly straight clean teeth.
Terrell Smith, a freshman on the basketball team has the confidence of a man who knows what he wants. And for some odd reason he thought that he can get between the legs of any girl he wants, including me. Maybe it was because he was intimidating to most at a staggering height of six foot, eight inches with dark skin that glistens and was the proud owner of a sports scholarship someone is funding just to see him run down a shiny court with an orange ball and occasionally make it into the basket...
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