| Friday, October 28, 2005 |
| CHAPTER 8
|
The students of Caffco University went about their lives, as they should. They went to classes. They ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They talked to their friends, called their parents, and made new friends. Life went on. Paula and Rick were getting along well. Rick continued to minister to the students whenever he got a chance. Paula continued to wonder why he kept witnessing to people and people kept rejecting him. Colt was a bit sad because Kourtnee had not called him again. He had started to go by her Chemistry Lab on several occasions, but he never did. Kourtnee had wanted to call Colt, but she was so busy with her classes, especially Chemistry, she didn't get the chance. Life on the college campus went on.
One of Paula's friend's sorority was hosting a dance at the Student Center. She was planning on going to the dance. Paula decided to invite Kourtnee. After Business Statistics class, Paula said, "Hey Kourtnee, what are you doing Friday night?" Kourtnee answered, "Nothing, Why?" Paula reached into her bag and grabbed a flyer and gave it to Kourtnee. Paula said, "There is a dance at the Student Center. You can stop by if you want to." Kourtnee looked at the flyer. She said, "I'll think about it." Paula laughed at her and said, "Come on now. I am sure that you could use a little fun. You need to come over to the Student Center." Kourtnee smiled at her. She didn't know if she was going to the dance or not.
It was Friday night. Kourtnee had changed clothes 4 times trying to find the right outfit. She wasn't sure what to wear. She had a pile of clothing lying on her bed. She looked at all the clothes and then began to hang them up. She picked out a pair of black pants and a black shirt. She decided to wear that to the dance. She cleaned up and then got dressed. She put on her black heels and some silver jewelry. When she looked in the mirror, she looked fabulous. She grabbed her stuff and headed for the dance. Kourtnee walked over to the Student Center. There were a lot of students walking around the campus, so she felt safe walking to the Student Center.
Kourtnee found the place where the dance was being held. She heard someone call her name. She looked around and it was Paula. Paula walked over to her and said, "Hey, girl. I'm glad you came. Are you ready to go in?" Kourtnee said, "Yea, I suppose." Paula escorted Kourtnee to the door. The guy at the door said, "$10.00 each." Paula looked at Kourtnee and asked, "Can you cover me?" Kourtnee looked at this girl that she did not know. Kourtnee wasn't about to pay her way into the dance. Kourtnee said, "What?" The guy at the door said, "When ya'll get that together, come back. Watch out so I can let other folk in." Kourtnee and Paula moved out of the way. Paula said, "I need you to cover me, right now." Kourtnee frowned and said, "Why should I? We are not friends." Paula worked her neck and said, "I'll give it back to you, girl." Kourtnee was half tempted to go home, but she had gotten all dressed up, so she didn't leave. She looked at Paula, made a face, and then grunted, "Whatever, come on." Kourtnee got to the door, gave the guy $20 and went into the dance.
When she walked into the dance, the music was loud and thumping. People were out in the middle of the floor dancing and having fun. Kourtnee looked around for Paula, but Paula wasn't anywhere to be found. Kourtnee got upset and figured that she would have to wait until Monday to say something to Paula about the $10. Kourtnee walked around the room for a few minutes. It was dark in the room and the little light that was provided was just good enough for you to tell if the person you were talking to was male or female. Kourtnee looked around the room to see if she could recognize anyone. But, she didn't see anyone she knew. She stopped and stood up against the wall. She decided to stay for 30 minutes or so and then go home.
A tall skinny guy walked up to Kourtnee. He leaned and whispered in her ear, "Do you wanna dance?" She looked at him and then said, "Ok." They danced together for three songs. He was a good dancer. He stared at Kourtnee the whole time he danced with her. It did feel good to be having fun. Kourtnee was enjoying herself. After the third song, he walked her back over to the wall and then walked away.
Before Kourtnee could lean back on the wall, a tall stocky guy walked over to her and asked her to dance. She agreed and went and danced with him. The second song the DJ played was a slow song. The guy put his arms around Kourtnee’s waist and pulled her close to him. He had pulled her in too closely. She backed up from him a little bit. He looked at her and kept on dancing. The DJ played another slow song. Kourtnee didn't want to dance with the guy again. She said, "I am going to sit this on out." He frowned at her and said, "Whatever." She was half way across the room when someone grabbed her arm from behind and spun her around. When her eyes met the person who had spun her around, it was Martin. He put his arms around her and tried to pull her close. She stiffened her body and looked at him. He leaned in and said, "I suppose you are still mad at me." She twisted her lip and crinkled her nose. He whispered, "I'm sorry I was late." He flashed her a smile. She rolled her eyes at him. He tried to pull her close again. This time she let him. They danced on the slow song and two songs after that. While they were dancing, Martin whispered in her ear, "I like your outfit. That black is working for you. You look great." Kourtnee blushed as Martin's warm breath breezed into her ears.
Martin walked Kourtnee to the outside of the dance floor. He was trying to talk to her when I guy walked up and asked her to dance. Martin took offense and said, "Don't you see us talking, fool." The guy ignored Martin and asked Kourtnee to dance. Martin moved like he was going to grab the guy. Kourtnee stepped in Martin's path. She told the guy, "Not right now." The guy walked off in a huff.
Martin and Kourtnee talked for a while longer. Martin walked off to go talk to someone else. When he left, the guy that had asked Kourtnee to dance earlier came back over and asked her again. She said okay.
Kourtnee ended up dancing most of the night. Instead of staying 30 minutes, she ended up staying for the whole dance. She hadn't realized how late it was. She looked around for Paula, but couldn’t find her. Kourtnee went outside to see if she could see her outside. Finally, Kourtnee heard someone call her name. It was Paula. Paula asked, "How did you get here?" Kourtnee responded, "I walked.” Paula asked, "Where do you stay?" Kourtnee answered, "In Caffco Court Apartments." Paula said, "I'll give you a ride home." Kourtnee said, "Ok. I hope you don't think that makes up for the ten dollars." Paula laughed loudly.
Paula walked around for a few more minutes speaking to people. She would introduce Kourtnee to the people as she talked to them. Most of them overlooked Kourtnee and kept on going. Finally, Paula said, "Come on. Let’s get up outta here.” They walked to the parking lot. People were speaking to Paula left and right. Kourtnee asked, "Do you know all those people?" Paula shook her head and said, "Girl, please. Naw I don't know all those people. People just never seem to forget me." She laughed hard at what she had said. Kourtnee kind of giggled.
They had finally reached Paula's car. It was a white Pontiac Grandville. It had a couple of dents in it, but it appeared to be in good shape. Kourtnee got in the car after Paula unlocked the door. The door creaked as she opened it. Paula laughed and said, "Girl, I gotta get some oil on that door one of these days." Kourtnee smiled. They started out of the parking lot. Paula asked, "You wanna go get something to eat?" Kourtnee grimaced and said, "I suppose I gotta cover that, too." Paula laughed as if Kourtnee had told the funniest joke ever before she said, "Girl, yea. I'll get you back." Kourtnee shook her head.
The two young ladies went to Franklin's Eatery. It stayed open late on Fridays and Saturdays. It wasn't unusual to see students at the restaurant this late. Kourtnee and Paula finally were seated. The waitress was slow getting to the table. The place was jam-packed. The waitresses were running around frazzled and almost panicked.
Kourtnee tried to talk to Paula to pass the time. "Where are you from?" Paula scrunched her eyebrows. "Huh?" Kourtnee shook her head, "Never mind." Paula laughed. It wasn't any use trying to talk in the crowded noisy restaurant. They tried two more attempts to talk, but it was of no use.
They waitress finally brought their food to them. They ate in relative silence. Kourtnee paid for the food. Kourtnee and Paula left the restaurant and headed for Kourtnee’s apartment after they got into the car.
They arrived at Kourtnee’s apartment. Just as Kourtnee was about to get out of the car she said, "I suppose I owe you gas money, too." Paula laughed loudly, "Girl, please. You ain’t even funny. Naw, you don't owe me any gas money." Kourtnee looked at Paula, "Don't forget my money." Kourtnee smiled. Kourtnee got out of the car before Paula could respond and walked up to her apartment. Paula drove off on her way.
Kourtnee walked into her apartment. She was tired. She had never stayed out that late before. She wanted to just get in the bed, but she made herself take a shower and change into her bed clothing. She finished preparing for bed. She laid down in her bed. She went to sleep shortly after her head hit the pillow.
Paula reached her room. She knew that Rick had probably called her 20 times. He was going to have a fit if he found out that she had gone to the dance. That’s why she didn't tell him in the first place. She looked at the cheap answering machine she owned. The light was blinking. She knew that most of the messages were from Rick, so she didn't even check the machine. She took a long hot bath. She dozed off once while she was in the tub. The ringing of the phone woke her up. She didn't move from her comfortable spot.
Finally, Paula got out of the shower. She put on her pajamas and laid down in her bed. She should have called Rick, but it could wait until later on. She was tired. She didn't tell Rick that she was going to the dance. She had told him that she was hanging out with a friend. It wasn't a total lie. She did hang out with Kourtnee. Anyway, she knew that he was going to call her a heathen because Treshon was preaching somewhere and Rick had wanted her to go with them. She just didn't want to go to church. Treshon would have called her a rebellious viper. He had done it before. Paula had almost hit him. If Rick hadn't stepped in between the two of them, Evg. Brandon Treshon would have been getting up off of the ground. Paula was glad that Rick wasn't as crazy as Treshon. She knew that she was going to hear a sermon or two. She didn't want to go to bed after being fussed at. She went to sleep after she prayed. |
|
|
|
|
| CHAPTER 7
|
Colt walked into lab room. He looked and saw John Davis, a former classmate of Colt's from Berkshire University. They had seen each other a day earlier. John seemed excited to see Colt again. John shook Colt's hands vigorously as he said, "Cool Dude. Are you a teaching assistant for the science department, too?" Colt responded, "Yea, man, I am. Who are you the teaching assistant for?" John said, "Dr. Cardmore and Professor Winans. How about you?" Colt said, "Dr. Davis and Dr. Boone." John nodded. Colt said, "Alright, I'm going to go over here and chill." John nodded again.
Colt was sitting in the lab classroom waiting for the Chemistry 102 Lab to start. He was watching the students as they entered the room. She walked into the room. She was tall; dark skinned, and had long pretty hair. The pink and white outfit she had one was stunning. Colt noticed that her necklace matched the outfit. Colt smiled as he watched her saunter into the classroom and take a seat in the front row. Colt couldn't help because she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
The young lady sat down in a chair. Colt watched as she meticulously took her book and tablet from her bag and place them on the desk in front of her. She looked up. Colt quickly darted his eyes away from her. When he thought she wasn't looking anymore, he went back to staring at her. She appeared to be reading a book. Colt studied her from her head to her feet. She had a long slender face. Her long eyelashes batted several times as she was reading. She had smooth dark caramel colored skin. Her long thick black hair looked as if she went to the beauty shop everyday. Colt took notice of her full lips that had a like dark red tint to them. She had a full curvy figure that appeared to be well kept.
The young lady looked up again, this time; Colt didn't move his eyes away from her. When her eyes met Colt's eyes, he smiled at her. She smiled back and then put her head back down. Colt knew that he had to find out who this girl was.
Kourtnee walked into the Chemistry Lab classroom. She found her a seat quickly. After she sat down, she began to take her stuff her bag and put it on her desk. She looked up because she felt someone staring at her. She looked up at the guy that was sitting in the front of the room. He was rather handsome, but Kourtnee paid him no attention. She figured that he was the lab instructor.
She began reading her Chemistry book. She read for a few minutes. She felt that set of eyes on her again. She looked up at the guy again. This time, he was staring at her, directly in her eyes. Kourtnee stared back at him. After a few seconds, the guy smiled. Kourtnee smiled back. Kourtnee put her head back down. She smiled. There was something about the way the guy had looked at her and the way he had smiled.
It was 6:05 PM. John called the class to order. John just took over without even asking Colt for his input. Colt didn't say anything. He just sat in his chair. If john didn't acknowledge him soon, he was going to say something. Colt didn't need to say anything because John said, "Hello, I am John Davis. The young man over there is Colt Austin." John kept on talking. John liked to hear himself talk.
"Colt Austin," Kourtnee thought after John had said Colt's name. She looked at Colt. He had dark black eyes. His bottom lip was darker than his top lip. Kourtnee looked at his fit body. She likes men who were physically fit. He had a mustache that looked like he had just started growing it. Colt put his hand to his chin and flexed his arm muscle. Kourtnee blushed when he flexed.
Kourtnee wondered why Colt was even in the room because John seemed to be in charge. Colt looked at her. He titled his head as if to say, "Do you see this guy?" Kourtnee smiled back. Colt could tell that the young lady was checking him out. He didn't look at her. He wanted her to get a good look at him. Colt decided to mess with her. He folded his arm and put his hand under his chin. He flexed his bicep. He wanted her to see what doing 100 push-ups a day had gotten him.
Colt looked at John. He was still running his mouth. Colt looked at the young lady. He titled his head to see what she would do. She smiled back at him. Her smile made Colt melt. He felt okay about letting John keep talking. After ten minutes, Colt interrupted John and said, "John, let's change things up a bit. Why don't we go around them room and get everyone's name?" Colt shot a look at Kourtnee. She twisted her lips as she made a face at him. He was trying to get her name.
"Jesse Sanders"
"Owen Cochran"
"Denver Ortiz"
"Mark May"
"Neville Hutchinson"
"Chance Arnold"
"Ethan Shaw"
"Alexis Rogers”
"Bruno Ramirez"
"Gaye Black"
"Tierra Rogers"
"Werner Taylor”
"Bennie Rowland"
"Deanna Brown"
"Fatimah Price"
"Kourtnee Adams"
The way that Colt went around the room, Kourtnee ended up going last. Colt thought he was slick. She smiled at him after she said her name. She wanted him to know that she realized what he had done. He smiled back at her.
Colt talked a little about science. He made sure that he showed his intelligence. He was intent on getting Kourtnee’s attention. John had gotten about 15 minutes, Colt planned to get that much time himself.
Kourtnee watched Colt intensely as he talked. His voice was deep and melodic. He talked slowly and clearly. He enunciated every word. He was clearly showing out for her benefit. He made sure to flex his arm muscles from time to time. It amazed Kourtnee that he could make his arm flexes look like regular talking gestures. He was a nice sight to see.
At the end of Colt's speech, he said, "John's wasted some time. I’ve wasted some time. It’s only fair that we let you guys waste some time." Most of the class laughed. Colt looked at Kourtnee out of the corner of his eye. She was not laughing. Colt's feelings were hurt.
Colt had attempted to make a joke. Kourtnee didn't find it funny at all. Why was he joking about wasting class time?
A couple of guys asked questions. John answered the questions. Colt was quiet for the rest of the lab. John dismissed everyone at 6:54 PM. Co grabbed his stuff and quickly headed out the door.
Kourtnee was expecting Colt to try to talk to her after class, but he rushed out of class. She gathered her stuff together to see if she could find him. There weren't that many people in the hallway, so she spotted him quickly. She walked up behind him. He was humming the Shimmers jingle. She smiled. She checked him out from the back. The view was nice. She blushed as she chastised herself for checking out Colt's rear end. She walked up behind his ear, "What are you humming?" He jumped because she startled him. He looked at her. He was still upset with her for not laughing at his joke. When he looked at her, she smiled the sweetest smile he had every seen. He smiled back, "That stupid Shimmers jingle. I heard this girl humming it and I can't get it out of my head." Kourtnee wanted to tell him who she really was, but she resisted the urge.
Kourtnee batted her eyelashes, "Well, see you next week." Colt stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at Kourtnee as if she had lost her mind. Kourtnee looked back at him and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Colt laughed before he said, "I don't know. I am going to take the Thursday lab. I am not going to be able to do this lab." Kourtnee scowled and asked, "What are you talking about?" Colt responded, "I get to pick which lab I want to take. I can't take this one. You got me acting silly." Kourtnee got a bit upset and snapped at him, "What do you mean I have you acting silly?" Colt said, "You are beautiful. Do you wanna go get something from the student center?" Kourtnee stopped walking and folded her arms as she said, "That is not how you ask a lady out." She rolled her eyes at him and walked off. Colt ran after her, "See, I told you got me acting crazy. Do you wanna go get something or not?" Kourtnee looked at him from head to toe. She was mad and she was flatter. She really wasn't sure what to do. She rolled her eyes. Colt smiled. He knew Kourtnee was interested in him. He just looked at her. They were just staring at each other. Finally Kourtnee said, "Aren't you going to get into trouble for trying to date a student?" Colt said, "No. I'm a student too." Kourtnee retorted, "Yea, but you are a lab instructor." Colt smiled, "I am still not a professor. I am an assistant. Plus, I am not going to teach your lab."
Kourtnee and Colt were finally outside. Kourtnee adjusted her bag on her shoulder. Colt asked, "Can I carry that bag for you?" Kourtnee smiled at the thought of Colt being a gentleman. She paused before she gave him the bag. Colt and Kourtnee kept walking. They were walking in the direction of the Student Center. Kourtnee said, "I didn't answer your question." Colt responded, "I know. I figured that if we ended up walking in the direction of the student center and you didn't slap me, your answer was yes." Kourtnee laughed as she said, "I should slap you. You are acting silly." Colt and Kourtnee continued to walk to the Student Center.
They finally reached the student center. Colt paused at the door to see if Kourtnee was going to slap him. She said, "Are we going to stand outside the door?" He said, "No Mame. Here you go." He opened the door. Kourtnee walked in. She said, "This is the second time I have been in here." Colt said, "Girl, stop lying." Kourtnee said, "I'm not lying. I came in here yesterday. I went to the cafe." Colt said, "So, you have only seen the cafe?" Kourtnee looked at Colt. He smiled at her. She shook her head and said, "Yes, that's all I have seen." Colt decided to give her a tour of the Student Center.
Colt showed Kourtnee the game room. It had some pool tables, some fooz ball tables, and some video around the room. Students were all over the place in the game room. It was so noisy. Kourtnee didn't want to be in that room. She wanted to leave. Colt looked at Kourtnee to ask her if she wanted to play a game. Colt could tell that she didn't want to be there. He gently grabbed her arm and escorted her out of the game room.
When they walked into the hall, Kourtnee said, "It was noisy in there." Colt responded, "I take it that you aren't use to a lot of noise." Kourtnee rubbed the back of her neck and said, "No, I'm not."
They walked down the hallway. Colt wanted to hold Kourtnee's hand, but he resisted the urge. He was starting to fall for her. Once before Colt's mother told him that he fell too easily for pretty girls. Colt didn't believe her until this moment. There was something about Kourtnee. She was a special girl. She was going to be something special.
Kourtnee and Colt had been walking for a minute or two. Colt hadn't said anything. Kourtnee asked, "Are you okay? You are being awfully quiet."
"I was just thinking," Colt responded. Kourtnee looked him upside his head, "Are you going to tell me what you were thinking about?" Colt smiled, "Nope. It's a secret. Where do you wanna go now?" Kourtnee made a face at him, "This is your outing. So, you are supposed to have a plan." Colt grabbed his forehead, "A plan. I need a plan." Kourtnee laughed.
Colt ushered Kourtnee through the student center. He showed her the lounging area; that included couches and chairs. He showed her the TV room. Various movies were shown in the room. There was a big room were parties and dances could be held. The student center also had several meeting rooms where student clubs and organizations could meet.
Colt decided to go get some ice cream. He asked, "You wanna go get some ice cream?" Kourtnee scrunched her eyebrows, "What about dinner?" Colt smacked his lips, "Who cares about dinner? Let’s have some fun and live recklessly!" Kourtnee looked at Colt with a funny expression on her face. Colt felt kind of silly, "This is a bad first date, huh?" Kourtnee gave him a sweet smile, "It's not that bad. It is kind of fun watching you squirm, trying to think up something to do." She laughed. Colt made a face, "Ice cream it is!"
Colt and Kourtnee went to the cafe. They had their ice cream. Colt had a chocolate and vanilla cone. Kourtnee had a strawberry cone. They walked outside. They found a bench and sat down.
Colt adjusted the napkin around his cone. "Where are you from?"
Kourtnee watched him adjust his napkin. "I am from here."
"Cool, what high school did you go to?"
Kourtnee paused, "I went to Cynthia Pitts High School."
Colt laughed. Kourtnee was answering his questions in complete sentences. He thought that was so cute.
He stared in her eyes. "What made you come to Caffco?"
"Caffco had a great business school, plus over the years, it had been a school that recognizes the accomplishments of women."
Colt laughed.
Kourtnee seemed irritated. "What's so funny?"
Colt laughed again.
Kourtnee got even more agitated. "What is so funny?"
Colt composed himself, "I'm just happy, that's all."
"Yea, you are just happy, huh?" Kourtnee twisted her lips.
Colt smiled at her. "What's your full name?"
"Kourtnee DeShay Adams Shields."
Colt smiled, "You have two last names. Were you married or something?"
Kourtnee sighed, "No, I wasn't married. I just have two last names."
Colt switched his leg around on the bench. "Why is that?"
Kourtnee paused. She had been asked that question so many times. She got tired of answering it. She blew a breath, "My grandfather wanted me to bear my family's last name, and so he asked my parents to have Adams as part of my name. When I was with my grandfather, he would often introduce me as Kourtnee Adams. I got so use to hearing that. I started using Adams as my last name."
Colt took the ice cream wrapper and napkin from Kourtnee’s hand. "Do your parents care?"
Kourtnee paused again, "My dad can't stand it, but my mother doesn't mind. She says that no matter what I am called I am still her daughter."
"That's cool." Colt watched Kourtnee brush a strand of hair out of her face.
Kourtnee spied him starring. "It's not nice to stare."
"I can't help it. Beautiful women mesmerize me."
Kourtnee blushed, "Do you always compliment women this much?"
"Yes, I do. My mother taught me that women like to be complimented. It makes them feel good. If you want me to stop, I will." He smiled at her.
Kourtnee twisted her face, "You don't have to stop. I like being told the truth."
Colt laughed hard.
Kourtnee smiled at him. His laugh even sounded melodic. "What your full name?"
"You would ask me that. It's Thunder Colt Austin." He blushed a little.
Kourtnee looked startled. "How did you get your name?"
Colt scratched his nose. "My father is one-fourth Indian. He gave me an Indian name. He gave me his first name and called me Colt. I go by Colt because my father went by Thunder."
Kourtnee thought it was interesting that Colt was part Indian. "What is your father's name?"
Colt responded, "Thunder Stallion."
Colt got quiet. It seemed that he didn't like talking about his name. She touched his forearm. He smiled and put his hand on top of hers. His touch sent chills through her body. She moved her hand quickly.
Kourtnee looked away from Colt. Her heart began to beat quickly. She felt a little flushed. She had to get out of there before she became overwhelmed.
She touched her hand to her forehead, "I better go."
Colt’s heart dropped. "Do you have to go now? I was enjoying your company."
Kourtnee was feeling weak; she wanted to stay, too. "I have homework and stuff to do."
Colt looked at the ground. He couldn't understand why Kourtnee wouldn't look at him. Colt didn't want her to leave. Colt walked around to the way Kourtnee was facing. He flashed his famous smile. It seemed to have no effect on Kourtnee.
He sat down. "Can I have ten more minutes?"
Kourtnee sighed, "Must you be so charming?"
Colt smiled, "I can't help it. Beautiful women bring out the charm in me."
Kourtnee blushed again. "You can have ten more minutes, and then I’m leaving. No tricks, no charming."
Colt nodded, "Yes, Mame."
Kourtnee sat down. "Where are you from?"
"Absanie." Colt was beaming.
Kourtnee titled her head, "My grandmother is from there."
"Yea, Absanie is a cool place. It was fun growing up there. I went to more museums than I care to remember. My mother made sure I was cultured." Colt shook his head.
Kourtnee laughed, "My mother did the same. I went to a lot of museums growing up. I go to the opera and theater, too."
"Did you go to any museums in Absanie?" Colt stared directly in Kourtnee’s eyes.
Kourtnee scared her chin, "I have been to every museum in Dorinda, Absanie, Hardaway, and Wyman. I have been to a couple in Aurora."
"Dang girl, you are cultured!" Colt giggled.
Kourtnee looked up at the sky.
Colt touched the end of Kourtnee’s hair, "You have some pretty hair."
Kourtnee shook her hair from his hands. "Thanks, I take care of it."
Colt tried to touch her hair again. "What do you use on it?"
Kourtnee shook her head and giggled, "I use Shimmers Products."
Colt laughed, "I guess the commercial is right. It does make your hair look good! You must spend a lot of money on hair stuff, good as your hair looks."
Kourtnee giggled. If only he knew that she was the granddaughter of the man who had invented the products. "I spend enough on my hair."
Colt laughed loudly. "Do you always speak in complete sentences?"
Kourtnee squinted her eyes and twisted her lips. "Yes, I do!"
Colt paused, trying not to laugh. "Why is that?"
"I don't really know. It's just a habit. My dad insisted that we use proper English when I was growing up." Kourtnee rolled her eyes at Colt.
Colt smiled. He looked around. He knew it had been ten minutes. He didn't want Kourtnee to leave. He made a face, "I guess you are about ready to leave."
Kourtnee looked at her watch, "It has been ten minutes. It is time for me to go."
Kourtnee stood up. Colt stood up. He said, "Do you want me to walk you home?"
Kourtnee looked at the ground and then back at Colt. "No, I don't want you to know where I stay."
Colt put his hand over his heart. "Ouch, that hurt!
Kourtnee smiled. Colt still had his hand over his heart. "Can I at least walk you halfway there?"
Kourtnee looked in his eyes, "Ok, you can walk me halfway there."
Colt pushed his arm forward and then jerked it back quickly as his celebrated his triumph.
Kourtnee headed towards her apartment with Colt walking beside her. He talked about science all the way. Kourtnee wasn't paying him any attention. She was thinking about Colt.
"Would he make a good boyfriend?"
"Was he really like this or was he just acting?"
"Who was this charming guy?"
"Why was she allowed to meet him?"
Colt interrupted her thoughts, "Are you listening to me?"
Kourtnee was a bit embarrassed, "Not really. I apologize."
Colt arched his top lip. "What were you thinking about?"
Kourtnee wasn't sure that she wanted to respond to that question. She paused, "I was trying to figure you out. You seem too good to be true."
Colt stopped walking, "What does that mean?" His voice sounded agitated.
Kourtnee blew a breath, "I am not really sure what I meant by that. Thanks for walking me this far. I can make it from here." She reached for her bag. Colt handed it to her.
Kourtnee was about to walk off when Colt said, "Hold on." He took out a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote his number on the piece of paper and handed it to Kourtnee. She looked at the piece of paper, then at Colt. He said, "Call me and let me know you made it home safely. I will worry all night if I don't hear from you."
Kourtnee smiled at him trying to be sneaky. "What if I make kit home before you?"
Colt winked, "I'm gonna run straight home."
Kourtnee smacked her lips, "Whatever."
Colt said, "Just call me, girl."
Kourtnee started walking off, "Maybe I will. Maybe I won't." She walked off before he could respond.
Colt watched as Kourtnee walked away. Watching her was a sight to behold. He watched her long legs make each stride. It was poetry in motion. She walked as if she was a model on the runway. Colt hoped that she would call him. He hated to turn away from Kourtnee, but he needed to get home.
Colt was almost to his apartment when John Davis walked in front of him. Colt tried to get rid of him, but John wouldn't shut up. Colt kept saying, "Yea, I gotta go man." John just ignored him. John was so rude. Finally Colt exclaimed, "Look John, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later!" Colt walked off.
Kourtnee made it home. She dropped her book bag and reached for the phone. She decided to wait a minute or two before she called Colt.
Kourtnee dialed Colt's number, the phone rung eight times before the answering machine came on. Kourtnee listened to the message. Colt's voice sounded very sexy. Kourtnee left a message that she had made it home. She didn't leave her number on purpose. She was very upset that he wasn't at home like he said he was going to be.
Colt walked into his apartment. The light on the answering machine was blinking. He pushed the button to play the messages. The first 3 messages were for his roommate. He clicked the button to save each messages. Kourtnee’s message came on. She sounded cold and snippy on the machine. She didn't even leave her number. Colt listened to the message four times. He just wanted to hear her voice, since he wasn't going to be able to talk to her. |
|
|
|
|
| CHAPTER 6
|
Paula met Rick for lunch today. He had classes all day. Paula's first class wasn't until 1:00 PM. They ate lunch in the cafeteria. It was pretty much the same as breakfast. Mrs. Greene saw them and made it a point to tell them that they were meant to be together. They got their food. They sat down to eat. Rick ended up ministering to a young lady and her boyfriend this time. Paula got in on it this time.
Somehow, Rick got them to admit that they were sharing each other's bed. Paula and Rick told the two college students about their commitment to God and to each other. The young lady seemed interested, but the guy looked like he wanted to bolt. Rick said, "Man, you can run from God. I know, I have been running for a long time. I am looking at you and I see a man of God. You are going to get tired of running before God gets tired of calling you." The guy got upset and yelled, "Nigg* please, don't preach to me, I don't want to hear that *#$*! Come on Monica, we're leaving!" Monica left with the guy.
Paula was a bit dejected. They were trying to minister and had gotten their feelings hurt trying. Rick smiled from ear to ear. Paula asked, "What is wrong with you? That fool just loud talked you, cussed you out, and left. Why are you smiling?" Rick smiled even bigger and said, "I did what God wanted me to do. The Bible says, 'One plants, one waters, but God gives the increase.' I did my job. I can be happy about that. You can, too." Paula shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't cut out for this witnessing stuff. She just didn't see how Rick did it. Rick kept on smiling. He was even humming a song. Paula was getting a bit frustrated with him. Rick said, "You are turning red." Paula didn't answer. Rick poked her in her side. She was ticklish there. She didn't laugh. Rick whispered in her ear, "You are beautiful even when your cheeks are bright red." That received a small smile from Paula. She frowned, folded her arms across her chest, and said, "I just didn't like that guy cursing you out. You were just trying to help him. There was no reason for him to act a fool like that. It doesn’t seem right." Rick smiled, "Look at it like this. How many times have you rejected Jesus? Each time we sin, each time we lie, each time I ran from the call on my life, I rejected Jesus. I can't get mad when someone rejects me, because I did it to Jesus." Paula thought about it for a moment. It made sense. She was still upset that the guy had cursed, though. She let it alone because Rick was okay with it. She didn't want to cause another riff between her and Rick. They finished eating and left the cafeteria.
Kourtnee decided not to go to the cafe for lunch today. She didn't want to see Setrick. She felt bad about how things had worked out earlier that morning. She ended up going to Franklin's Eatery. She had called her mother, but Mrs. Shields was busy. She called her grandmother. Mrs. Adams was busy. Kourtnee didn't eat alone though. She got caught in tradition. The waitress from her section of the restaurant asked her if a young lady could eat at the table with her. The young lady's name was Amy. Amy was a bit overweight. She had long black hair. She was from the city of Southern Ivy. She talked using proper English. She talked quickly. If she hadn't talked so properly, you wouldn't have understood a word she was saying. She was a communication major, of all things. Her family was a rich family in some kind of industry. Kourtnee didn't understand Amy said her family did. Kourtnee didn't get to say much because Amy was talking so much. Amy droned on and on about her RICH family. Kourtnee was almost tempted to slip Amy the check from her meal. Kourtnee hurried through her meal. She usually chewed her food at least 20 times, but today, she was chewing as fast as she could. Kourtnee finished her food. She said, "It was nice meeting you Amy. Have a good afternoon." Amy smiled and said, "Goodbye. Kim." Kourtnee made a face. She was about to correct Amy, but she chose not to. It wasn't even worth. Kourtnee left the restaurant and headed for the library to go study.
Colt didn't even go to lunch today. He was determined to get to one class on time today. He had to take a technical writing class, so he was taking English 116. He walked over to the Student Park and sat there. The J. Tolliver building, where he class was, was a few steps away from the student park. He couldn't possibly be late to the class.
He sat down on a bench and pulled out his chemistry book. He was trying to read the book, but people kept walking by. He was eavesdropping in people's conversations. It wasn't hard to do because people were freely talking. One girl was telling her friend about the things she had done with her boyfriend a night or two before. "Good grief," was all Colt could think. If he would have thought anything else, it would not have been nice at all. A guy was telling his homeboy about his new car. It was red and went very fast. That was all Colt caught of the conversation. A girl walked by singing the jingle from Shimmers Alot HairCare Products. That song was a nuisance. Colt started humming the song himself. He grunted and tried to stop himself from humming the song. A skinny girl with high heels on walked by mumbling something about how fat she was. Colt looked at the girl; she didn't have any fat on her at all. As a matter of fact, she had very little meat on her bones.
More students walked by. Colt put his book back into his bag. It wasn’t doing him any good to try and read his book. He just began watching people walk by. There were students from all walks of life. Colt tried to tell the rich ones, from the not so rich ones, but he really couldn’t. He tried to tell the smart ones from the not so smart ones, he couldn’t’. For what he could tell the students were pretty much the same. They were all trying to get somewhere in life. The road that they were taking was different, but they were all trying to get somewhere. Colt was doing the same thing.
Colt watched some more students walk by. One guy whispered, “Is this stuff really worth it?” A group of girls were talking about girly things that he couldn’t make out. A group of boys were talking about the football team. From what they said, the team was supposed to be pretty good.
Colt watched the people for a little while longer. He stood up from the bench and stretched his leg. He began walking to the J. Tolliver building. Colt’s stomach growled. He reached into his bag and grabbed the candy bar that was in it. He ate the candy bar as he walked to class. He hummed the Shimmers Inc. jingle as he walked.
Paula was sitting in a desk in her Management class at 1:00 PM. It was an introductory management class. The professor was already sitting in the class when she arrived. A professor that beat his students to class, that was unusual. Dr. Godfrey Coleman was a scholarly looking man. He had gray hair and a full gray beard. He looked as if he was a famous fiction author, turned professor. He had on gray slacks, with a white shirt, and a brown and gray jacket. He had an ascot around his neck instead of a neck tie. He was holding a pipe in his hand. Paula couldn’t tell whether it was for smoking or for show.
At 1:05 PM, Dr. Coleman called the class to order. After he took roll, he passed out the syllabus for his class. It was 5 pages long. Paula read through the syllabus. There would be weekly writing assignments. There was going to be two tests, a mid-term and the final. The students were also going to have to write a paper. From the syllabus, the class seemed as if it were going to be easy, because there were so many chances for extra credit for bringing in comic strips that had something to do with management.
Dr. Coleman began his lecture. He talked for the longest time. He explained everything. There was no need to ask any questions, because he broke everything down to its simplest terms. He was a rather monotone lecturer, but if you paid attention, you could learn something. Dr. Coleman finally dismissed the class. Paula didn’t have another class until 4:00, so she headed for her dorm room to take a nap.
Colt arrived at his 1:00 class on time. He was so proud of himself. He was taking English 116. It was a technical writing class. He had told his advisor that he wanted to eventually participate in research and write about it as well. His advisor suggested the class. The advisor said that it would help him write better. Colt signed up for the class.
Mrs. Lula Pope was a full figured statuesque woman. She had black hair pulled back into a ball. She had stylish glasses on her nose. Mrs. Pope could have passed for Colt’s mother. She called the class to order with a strong forceful voice. She introduced herself and remarked that she was going to teach them how to write. She talked for the longest time about writing. People were frantically taking notes. She laughed and said, “You all are programmed to take notes any time a professor talks. You will not take notes in my class. You will listen and learn. That means that you need to pay attention and look at me. You may jot something interesting that I say done, that will be fine, but I need you to listen first and write as a last resort.”
Mrs. Pope continued on with her talk about writing. From time to time, she would say, “You should probably write this down.” She had the class laughing and learning. With about 40 minutes left in the class, she asked everyone to take out a piece of paper to take a quiz. That drew some sighs and groans. She laughed as she asked the first question. She asked a total of five questions. She asked us to check our work by giving us the answer. She said, “Anyone who missed a question will have to do homework. Please raise your hand if you missed a question.” Only one girl raised her hand. Mrs. Pope said, “Thank you, young lady. I see one person had the courage to tell the truth. I am sure that she isn’t the only person who missed a question. Please write your full name on your paper and hand it to me as you leave.” That statement received groans from the class. The class filed out. Each student handed Mrs. Pope their quiz. Colt felt good because he hadn’t missed a question.
Colt hand to make it to Dr. James Boone’s second Chemistry class, where he serves as teacher’s assistant. He had ten minutes to get there. Dr. Boone had said to Colt, “If you are late at 2:30, I will have you removed as my teaching assistant. I don’t need a late assistant!” Colt would have gladly been late to the class on purpose just to get away from Dr. Boone, but that would cut down on Colt’s work hours, causing him to decrease he pay.
The class buildings at Caffco were relatively close together, so it was going to be a rush or anything, but Colt walked as fast as he could to get to the classroom. Colt made it there with a minute to spare.
This class went pretty much the same as the earlier class had went. Dr. Boone gave them the “I Don’t Care” speech. He passed out the syllabus and began a rapid fire lecturing session. Colt was tired and a bit confused after the lecture, and he had a degree in Chemistry already. He knew that the students had to be even more confused. Colt planned to create a flyer for the tutorial session that was given for the classes. The students from Dr. Boone’s classes were going to need it.
Paula and Rick were both in English 116 at 4:00 PM. Rick had wanted to sit next to Paula, but she told him that she didn’t want to sit by him. Rick looked hurt, but Paula didn’t have time to care. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to concentrate with Rick sitting next to her.
Mrs. Lula Pope, the professor of the class walked in. She looked like someone’s mother. Paula smiled as she thought, “I am glad she isn’t my mother. She looks like she might like to fuss a little.”
Mrs. Pope talked for the whole class. She told them that they couldn’t take notes. Towards the end of class, she gave them a quiz over what she had talked about. After the class had graded their own quizzes, Mrs. Pope said, “Anyone who missed a question will have to do homework. Please raise your hand if you missed a question.” Rick was the only person to raise his hand. Mrs. Pope said, “I see that this young mad had the courage to tell the truth. Some more people probably missed a question besides this young man. Please write your full name on your paper and hand it to me as you leave.”
The students began to leave the room. Rick caught up to Paula and asked, “Did you miss any questions?” Paula looked at him as if he was crazy. “Naw, boy, I didn’t miss any. If I would have, I would have raised my hand,” she snapped at him. Rick looked hurt for doubting her. Paula saw the look on his face and said, “Forget about it.” They walked out the door after they handed their papers to Mrs. Pope.
Colt made it to his Math class at 3:57 PM. He was three minutes early for class. He felt so good. He had made it to three classes on time. He had to figure out a way to celebrate later on. Mr. Calvin Jones was a former high school math teacher who moved to the college level a few years ago. He was medium height, with a small build. He appeared a bit fragile and nervous. He had a velvety bass filled voice that just didn’t fit his physical stature. He was balding and gray. He had a comb over that needed to be cut off. He seemed a bit shaky and nervous.
He conducted the class. Once he got going, you could tell that the guy knew his stuff. He moved quickly, but he allowed the students a chance to ask questions. He explained the questions fully. Mr. Jones ended the class by assigning the student 25 homework problems that were due on Thursday.
Colt had one more class left. It was a Chemistry lab at 6:00. He was going to the lab to decide which lab to teach. He wanted to teach. He had a choice of the one tonight or one on Thursday night.
Kourtnee woke up at 5:00 PM. She changed her clothes and freshened up. She took some extra time freshening up for some reason. She really couldn’t figure out why. She fluffed her hair two extra times. She checked her make-up to make sure that it was flawless. She checked the crease in her pants to make sure that it lined up perfectly. She thought to herself, “Why am I making such a big fuss and I am only going to a Chemistry lab?” She continued to get herself together. She took a look in her full length mirror. She looked fabulous in her pink outfit, with jewelry and shoes to match. The light pink color looked good next to her dark skin. She finally grabbed her stuff and headed out of her apartment for the Blanchard Science Hall.
Colt reached the Blanchard Science Hall at 5:50 PM. He was on time again. That was a record for him. He hadn’t been on time that much in a long time. He went to the restroom to check himself out. He starred at himself in the mirror. He rubbed his fingertips over his eyelashes to make sure they were all together. He ran his fingers over his mustache, well piece of a mustache that he had started growing. He patted his hair. He smoothed out his shirt and straightened his gig line to ensure that his belt buckle and pants zipper were in a straight line. He stepped back a little and checked himself out. He looked great. He was ready for whatever the night had in store for him. |
|
|
|
|
| CHAPTER 5
|
August 14, 1984 was a beautiful day in the city of Dorinda. Dorinda, Maddocha was a beautiful place in the late summer. There was a slight breeze blowing on this Tuesday morning as Dorindians went about their day. Who could have imagined that Dorinda could go through what it went through and go on to be the number one city of the state of Maddocha?
Dorinda, Maddocha was established by the Dixon family in 1827. The city of Dorinda was named after Tom W. Dixon's daughter, Dorinda Dixon. Dorinda flourished until 1836 when a great drought almost destroyed the city. The "Water Crisis" caused the city to have to be rebuilt after it developed in the late 1830s.
The "Water Crisis" of 1837 began on March 21, 1837 between the cities of Dorinda and Hardaway. It started of the Hardaway River, which divided the cities of Dorinda and Absanie from the city of Hardaway. The river was big enough to accommodate the three cities at first, but as more cattlemen began to come to the area, the water supply decreased. The official of the city of Hardaway decided to be greedy since most of the river rested in the city of Hardaway. The officials fenced off most of the river from the cities of Dorinda and Absanie.
The officials of Absanie decided to come to an agreement with Hardaway. The city of Absanie would trade its corn and wheat products for water from Hardaway. The officials of Hardaway tried to strike up a similar agreement with the city of Dorinda. This was not a successful endeavor. Hardaway placed armed guards at various points along the river to make sure that people did not steal the water. The officials of Dorinda mobilized a small band of men to raid the river. As Dorinda attacked, the armed guards of Hardaway attacked them back. On May 15, 1937, 10 of Dorinda's men lay dead and 32 of Hardaway's men lay dead at the mouth of the Hardaway River.
The city of Absanie tried to intervene, but without much success. The city of Absanie joined forces with the city of Hardaway when officials from the city of Dorinda stormed out of a meeting declaring, "We will fight until there is no more water or die trying!"
The Water Crisis Massacre occurred on February 3, 1838. The Dorinda soldiers had a base on a plot of land owned by real estate tycoon Joe Harmon. While the soldiers of Dorinda were sleeping, some soldiers from the cities of Hardaway and Absanie slipped onto the Dorinda base in disguise. The sneaking soldiers took over the base. The soldiers set fire to a house that was on the plot of land. Ten soldiers from the city of Dorinda died in the house. As the house burned down, a fight developed between some of the Dorinda soldiers and the other soldiers. After the fight had ended, 123 men laid dead from both armies. The group of soldiers from the cities of Hardaway and Absanie left claiming victory.
After this battle, officials from the city of Dorinda set-up a meeting with officials from the city of Hardaway. An agreement was reached. All three cities could use the water supply. The "Water Crisis" ended with over 190 men dead.
Dorinda grew out of this tragedy time to become a great city of culture, excitement, and industry. Dorinda has some of the best museums and cultural exhibits in the city. One of the more popular tourist attractions is the Angel Pass Monument. It is a monument dedicated to the daughter of Tom Dixon.
It has always been said that the spirit of Dorinda Dixon protects the city of Dorinda. Travelers that journeyed on Dixon Street during the 1940s and 50s often reported hearing an angelic voice singing in the night. Hundreds of other travelers have reported stories of being protected from robbers, thieves, wrecks, and precarious situations. In 1959, a monument was placed on Dixon Street to honor Dorinda Dixon, the protector of Dixon Street. It had been said that even today, if you listen closely, you can hear the angel sing on Dixon Street.
Dorinda is filled with historic buildings. One of the most historic buildings is Harmon Street Church of God In Christ. The church is not that old, but the location on which it sits is the site where the "Water Crisis Massacre" occurred.
In 1833, the plot of land where Harmon Street COGIC sits was purchased by Ben Harmon. It was 17 acres of land. He built a home for his family on the land. In 1837, one of Ben Harmon’s sons, Joe, let the soldiers from Dorinda use the house as a base. The house was stormed by the troops from the cities of Hardaway and Absanie. The house and soldiers were burnt to the ground. The land remained vacant until 1899 because people believed that the land was haunted by the ghosts of the fallen soldiers of the Water Crisis. The street was named Harmon Street after Ben Harmon and his family.
A man by the name of Andrew Deckard took over the land in 1899 because no one could lay claim to the land. Mr. Deckard built a house on one part of the land and gave the other part of the land to his nephew to build a church. The Deckard family lived on the land until 1910 when the house mysteriously burned down. Mark Deckard, Andrew’s nephew and only surviving relative, sold the land and the church to the Battles family in 1910.
The Battles family built a house on one part of the land and used the site where the church sat as a saloon and burlesque house. The Battles’ house mysteriously burned down in 1918. The Battles’ family built another house, which burned down in 1936. The saloon and burlesque house was turned into a school. The school was closed down in 1926 when two children were found murdered in the school. The Battles moved from the plot of land.
The land began to be used in 1938 when Turner Battles met a young COGIC evangelist who wanted to build a church. Turner told the evangelist the truth about the plot of land. The young evangelist still wanted to purchase the land after hearing its torrid history. Turner battles decided to donate the land to the young evangelist as long as he named the church after the street. Turner donated the money to help restore the land and to help build the church.
The church and the land where the Water Crisis took place began to flourish in 1943. Strangely enough, no one to this day has ever found any proof that the young evangelist ever existed.
There have been no more strange occurrences on Harmon Street. A monument was placed near the church that contains two plaques. One plaque reads, “In honor of our fallen soldiers” and the other plaque reads, “Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Harmon Street is a very popular street in the city of Dorinda.
Dorinda had been voted the #1 city to live in. It had received that honor numerous times over the years. The city’s economy is supported by businesses from all kinds of industries that included the metal industry, chemical industry, machine tools industry, and pharmaceutical industry. Dorinda was a city that made advancements in science.
Dorinda was a city of education. Many of the best rated schools in the state called the city home. The schools provided its students with the best education money could buy. It was no wonder that the best school for science was located in the city.
Anyone visiting the city would see what made Dorinda so special. It was a fashionable city that wasn’t afraid to show you its history, its struggle, its culture, its accomplishments, and its people. It was the city to be in on this day. Great things were going to happen in the city of Dorinda. Even greater things were going to happen on the campus of Caffco University, which sat in the city of Dorinda.
Many of the students of Caffco University were eager to begin their second day of school. Many of them were already roaming around the campus energized and ready to begin their day. Several students were having a jog around the campus. The group of five young ladies clad in their running attire breezed by the young men throwing the football. The young men smiled and greeted the young ladies with jovial hellos. A young couple, happily in love rode their bikes side by side down the side walk, bound for classes, not eager to separate from one another. The more bookish students had already found their way to the library, which opened its arm to embrace those who wanted to learn at 6:30 AM.
The cafeteria and Mrs. Shurley Greene welcomed hungry students to a healthy breakfast complete with eggs, pancakes, bacon, ham, and multiple types of juices. Of course, cereal and milk graced the menu. Extraordinarily enough, you could get a variety of cereal that included some childhood favorites. The cafeteria smelled so delectable that you just couldn’t resist being lulled into the cafeteria by its homey smell. Once in the cafeteria, you had to resist the urge to stay there for awhile.
Paula and Rick walked into the cafeteria together, having made up the night before, in their separate residences of course. They had made the decision to save themselves for marriage, which was an accomplishment in itself with so many young people partaking in forbidden sins to satisfy a lust and longing that would not be satisfied by a quick fling.
Rick MaCulvie was a strong young man, who had recently accepted his call into the ministry. He had strong features that made him look confident and at times over confident. His dark skin was a great contrast to Paula’s light skin. He had a bright smile that could make even the meanest man want to smile. His strong deep voice often sent chills up Paula’s spine. His deep voice was forceful enough to cause you to listen to the word of God as he preached it. He stood six foot tall. He had broad shoulders and a defined chest. It was easy to see why Paula had fallen for the would be preacher a year earlier.
The first person to see Paula and Rick was Mrs. Greene. She had a big smile on her face when she saw them holding hands. Mrs. Greene walked over to them and said, “Now, don’t ya’ll let the devil destroy what God is trying to put together. You all are gonna do something special for the Lord.” Before either of them could respond, Mrs. Greene sauntered off in the opposite direction. Mrs. Greene could see what they couldn’t see right now because they were blinded by love. Rick and Paula had been placed together to do a work for the Lord. Mrs. Greene could plainly see that in the spirit. She prayed for them constantly when she found out that they had chose to abstain from fornication. She wanted them to hold onto their testimonies.
Paula smiled at Rick. They had heard Mrs. Greene say that same thing so often that it no longer bothered them. It had bothered Paula at first. How dare that old woman pronounce marriage upon them without even knowing either one of them? For Rick, it was more of a confirmation. Although he had not told Paula, when he first saw her, he knew she was his wife. He could tell that Paula wasn’t ready for that step just yet.
Rick and Paula both ended up getting the same thing; pancakes, sausage, eggs, and orange juice. They choose a table and sat down to eat. Before long, Rick was ministering to a young man who had sat down at the table with them. Paula watched Rick as he ministered to the young man. Rick seemed to be enjoying himself. The young man appeared to be listened. He had looked a bit despondent when he sat down at the table.
It was going to take some getting use to the new preacher that Rick had turned into. Rick seemed troubled before he accepted his call. Paula knew he was supposed to be doing something for God because he would always end up talking about God some kind of way. It was cool with Paula; she liked seeing him so passionate about his calling. He had become a bit fanatical since he had started hanging out with this preacher named Brandon Treshon. He was a chunky overly zealous uncompromising person. He acted as if he was the only person that had ever read the Bible. Paula was probably too hard on Treshon. In all honesty, he was just like Rick, passionate about the God that he served. Paula just didn’t like the guy and didn’t want to like him.
Rick finished ministering to the young man. He had a smile on his face. Paula smiled because she knew that would be the outcome. The way that Rick had been acting lately, she half expected to see Rick and the guy down on their knees praying through. Rick shook the young man’s hand and then the young man left.
Paula braced herself for the 20 minute speech that Rick gave next about ministering to God’s people. Paula laughed inside. That boy could get excited when he wanted to. Rick continued to beam as he walked Paula to her management class in the Caffco Business building.
Colt didn’t have anything to do until 9:30. That was his first class with Dr. James Boone as his teaching assistant. Colt woke up at 8:12. He laid in the bed for a few minutes. He finally got up and began his morning ritual. He got down on his knees and prayed. He still prayed every morning when waking up and every night before going to bed. His mother had insisted that he do both growing up. It was something that he couldn’t’ stop doing even now, when he wasn’t going to church.
He finished praying and laid his towel on the floor and did 100 sit-ups. It was more like 95. He rolled over onto his knees and did 100 push-ups. He stood up and did 100 jumping jacks. He finished his work-up by doing a few stretches for key places on his body. He went to the mirror and looked at his bare chest. Colt never slept in a shirt. It seemed to strangle him as he slept, so he stopped sleeping in them when he turned 13. Colt flexed his biceps. He smiled. He flexed his chest muscles. He heard his mother’s voice say, “Boy, get out of that mirror.”
Colt smiled as his thought about his mother. He did miss his mother fixing him breakfast. Everyday, at 6:00 AM, he would be awakened by his mother singing. She had a marvelous voice. She would cook oatmeal at every breakfast. She made him eat a bowl of oatmeal for breakfast everyday. That was one tradition that he stopped when he got to college. At that moment, Colt had a craving for some oatmeal. He laughed it off as he went to take his shower.
Colt finished his shower at 8:55. He looked at the clock. He mumbled a curse word just before he said, “I can’t believe this. I have got to learn how to manage time better. I can’t believe its 9:00 already.” He finished the sentence with another mumbled curse word.
Colt got dressed and left the room at 9:25. He was going to be late for Dr. Boone’s class. That boy couldn’t be on time for anything. He ran out of the room, down the hallway, and out the door. He made a mad dash for the Science building, hoping that he wouldn’t be late, although he knew it was already 9:30.
Kourtnee woke up refreshed and ready for a new day. She wondered what this day would bring. She thanked God for another day as she went into the bathroom. She cleaned herself up before she made herself some toast and cereal. She kind of wished that Ramona Jackson, her childhood nanny, would have been there to make her some crepes and an omelet. Kourtnee couldn’t cook, too well. Ramona had always cooked for her. Kourtnee had learned to cook some simple things, but not anything as extravagant as crepes and an omelet, which she craved badly at that moment. She vowed to ask Ramona to come over and cook the breakfast for her on Saturday.
Kourtnee dressed in a pink pair of slacks with a white blouse. She picked her gold necklace and bracelet set with the pink accents on it to wear with the outfit. Her mother had taught her that a woman should be fully dressed, wherever she went. That was something lost on her sister Donna, who had insisted on being a tomboy and running all over the place with their brothers, Thomas and Andre. Donna could tackle their brothers harder than they could tackle her when she was growing up. Donna often teased Kourtnee for being Prissy. Kourtnee would tell her brother, Andre, who she was closest to and he would beat Donna up, at least try to. Donna would usually get the best of him and send him running to their mother. Donna was mean and hateful at time because Kourtnee would get attention from her mother and grandparents. Kourtnee was just being herself and it got her attention. It wasn’t Kourtnee’s fault that Donna would rather chase a boy down and beat him up than sit and get her hair combed.
Kourtnee put the finishing touches on her outfit. She looked fabulous, no matter how prissy she was. Her pick sandals accented her outfit flawlessly. She left her apartment at 7:30 to walk over to her Marketing class. She was a bit excited about the marketing class because she liked the class. She liked trying to sell things. She liked coming up with ideas on how to make the public buy your product. She had even inspired a marketing campaign for Shimmers Incorporated.
“Miss Complete Sentence Lady,” Kourtnee heard someone say behind her. She was going to ignore the voice, but the person behind the voice caught up with her. It was Setrick. He gave her a big kool-aid grin as he said, “OK, I suppose you are thinking this dork did not just call me out of my name.” Kourtnee rolled her eyes at him. He punched his friend on the arm and said, “Uhh oh, the eye roll. I’m in trouble.” Kourtnee was growing tired of Setrick. He and his cute friend were interrupting her walk.
Irritated Kourtnee said, “Do you want something?”
“Not really. I just saw a beautiful head of hair and thought it was you. I had to come say hi,” he grinned. Kourtnee ignored Setrick and looked at his friend as she said, “Apparently, your friend has no manners. I am Kourtnee Adams.” Setrick’s friend smiled and extended his hand to Kourtnee. She extended her hand to his. He kissed her hand. While still holding her hand, he said, “My name is Martin Nance. I am his cousin.” Kourtnee suppressed a giggle. Setrick, obviously use to this reaction blissfully said, “You was expecting a smoother voice, huh. Mart you crazy, how you gone try to be cool and got a high-pitched voice?” Martin huffed at Setrick.
Setrick was right. Kourtnee expected a bass filled voice to come from Martin, but instead, his voice was a bit high and squeaky. She looked the tall, lanky guy up and down. He had some pretty eye lashes that covered his jet black eyes. He could use some meat on his bones, but he was cute.
Martin was checking Kourtnee out as well. He took in her full figure from head to toe. She was a beautiful young lady, who filled out her voluptuous figure. Her hair was long, pretty, and healthy looking. Martin couldn’t resist girls who took care of themselves. It was obvious that this girl did just that.
Setrick saw the two of them checking each other out. He retorted, “Do you all want to be alone? Cause I will leave.” Kourtnee and Martin snapped back to reality from their brief involvement. Martin responded, “Dang, boy. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Setrick was getting upset. He had seen Kourtnee first and how dare his lanky, big headed cousin try to steal her away from him.
Kourtnee sensed the tension between the two guys. She said, “I have to get to class. It was nice to meet you Martin. I’ll see you later Setrick.” She started walking off. Martin caught up to her. Kourtnee looked back for Setrick. He was standing on the sidewalk, looking mad.
Martin said, “Don’t worry about him. He’ll be okay. Mind if I walk you to class?” Kourtnee responded, “I usually walk to class by myself to get ready for class.” Martin flashed his long eyelashes at her and said, “If you tell me no, I will understand, but I sure would like to walk you to class.” He flashed those eyelashes again. Kourtnee smiled and said, “Ok, as long as you don’t talk a lot.” Martin said, “I can do that.” That was a lie because Martin talked the whole way. It was fine with Kourtnee, because Martin was very funny and he had her laughing the whole time.
They reached the Caffco Business building. Martin said, “I guess I didn’t keep my word.” Kourtnee smiled and said, “No, you didn’t keep your word.” Martin laughed loudly as he said, “You do talk in complete sentences.” Kourtnee said, “Yes, I do.” Martin said, “Can I meet you here after your class?” Kourtnee said, “Yes, if you want to. Don’t be late, because I will leave.” Martin saluted her as he said, “Yes, Mame.” Kourtnee smiled and said, “Goodbye, Martin. Thanks for walking me to class.” Martin said, “Goodbye, beautiful.” Kourtnee walked into the building smiling.
Kourtnee’s 8:00 marketing class was packed with about 25 students, when the professor walked into the room. Professor Walter Etherman was a tall, handsome, light skinned man. He had on a stylish tan suit. It was very fashionable. His ties and handkerchief match the suit completely. It was a nice ensemble. His wavy hair was combed expertly, down to the part in his head. It was a straight line. His expensive smelling cologne filled the room, engulfing the female students in a cloud of contemplation and surrounding the male students with extreme jealous and envy.
Professor Etherman cleared his throat. His deep melodic voice leaked each word from his mouth smooth and effortlessly. Professor Etherman passed out his syllabus. He began class after he talked about the class requirements, projects, assignments, and tasks. He spent the next hour talking about marketing with a passion that resonated to each of his students. By the end of class he was out of his suit jacket and his sleeves were rolled up.
Kourtnee left her marketing class to go wait outside for Martin. She waited for 5 minutes only to be disappointed when Martin did not show up. She left, dejected. She was upset with herself for being dejected. She should’ve known better than to expect him to show up after class.
Her next class wasn’t until 11:00 so she decided to go to the library and work on her class work from Marketing and to read her Chemistry book. The girl who had sat next to her in Business Statistics had said something about reading a chapter and doing homework before class. Kourtnee thought that she would do just that. Perhaps it would get her mind off of that lanky nut that had stood her up.
It was 9:33. Colt was late for the class. He was supposed to meet Dr. H. James Boone in the classroom for Chemistry 211. Dr. Boone was already in the classroom when Colt walked into the room. Dr. Boone was a stocky short man. He had long brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. He had on a pair of black slacks and a white shirt. He was greeting the students. After he greeted the students, he abruptly told Colt to pass out the syllabus to the students. Dr. Boone had a gruff voice. He spoke like he was mad at the world. He was nothing like Dr. Davis.
Colt sat down after he had completed his task. Dr. Boone showed no compassion for the students. He said, “I do not care whether you pass or fail my class. You can do what you want to do. If you do the work with some form of intelligence, then you will pass, if you don’t, then you want pass. I grade hard. I am not going to change my grading practices. I will not give any extra credit. No expectations whatsoever. I expect you to work hard in this class.” Colt felt sorry for the students. This was not going to be an easy class.
At 11:00 am, Kourtnee was seated in her Chemistry class. A short stocky man with a long brown ponytail entered the room. It was the professor, Dr. Boone. He called the class to order. His voice was curt and he seemed upset about something.
He passed out the syllabus. After he had past it out, he said, “I do not care whether you pass or fail my class. You can do what you want to do. If you do the work with some form of intelligence, then you will pass, if you don’t, then you want pass. I grade hard. I am not going to change my grading practices. I will not give any extra credit. No expectations whatsoever. I expect you to work hard in this class.”
He began his lecture. He spoke too quickly. He was going too fast. He seemed to get upset if someone asked a question. One student got upset and said, “Man, would you slow down?” Dr. Boone’s back was turned, so he didn’t see who said it. Dr. Boone asked that the coward who had blurted out in his class stand up. No one stood up. The guy next to Kourtnee, who happen to be the coward, looked at Kourtnee and pleaded with her not to tell his secret. Kourtnee put her head down and pretended to write. Dr. Boone exclaimed, “I want to know who said that!” No one told.
Dr. Boone went back to his lecture. He seemed to speed up. Almost every student in the class was frustrated. Kourtnee tried to take notes as best as she could. The guy next to her just stopped writing. He couldn’t keep up. Dr. Boone never turned around to face the class until he dismissed the class for the day.
The guy who sat next to Kourtnee caught up to her as she was leaving the room. He said, “Thanks for not saying anything.” Kourtnee resisted the urge to cover her nose because the guy’s breath was tart. She turned her head slightly away from the guy’s mouth and responded, “No problem. Someone needed to say something.” The guy maneuvered himself so that he was directly in Kourtnee’s face again. He said, “I hate to ask, but you seemed to be taking notes for the whole class. Do you think I could get a copy of your notes? My notes ain’t worth nothing.” Kourtnee felt sorry for the dude. She said, “Ok. Do you want to go to the library and make them now or do you want me to bring them on Thursday?” the guy looked like he was going to cry as he said, “You can bring them Thursday. Thanks again.” The walked off quickly. Kourtnee did the same. |
|
|
|
|
| CHAPTER 4
|
Kourtnee had just finished her Business Statistics homework. It was 6:00 PM. She was getting hungry. She wanted to go back to the café, but she knew Setrick wouldn’t be there. It was actually fun to have him fawn over her, even if it was his job. She decided against the café.
She sat down on the couch in the living room of her two bedroom apartment. You would have thought that she was a working adult with a good job the way her apartment was decorated. The sofa, love seat, and chair all matched. It was all dark brown. It matched the carpet excellently. Kourtnee couldn’t have furniture that didn’t match the carpet. The end tables and coffee table was strategically placed around the furniture. She had two painting on the wall that accentuated the room excellently. Kourtnee pondered, “What 19 year-old college student has a house full of furniture?,” as she thought about her bedroom. Her full-sized bed, complete with a four drawer dresser, two night stands, and chest almost didn’t fit in the bedroom. It took some creative arranging, but it all fit in the room. Her father had suggested that they take the chest home, but Kourtnee wanted the chest to remain. When she flashed her daddy’s little eyes at her father, he devised a way to make it all fit so that there was walking room.
At that moment, Kourtnee began to feel bad about her lot in life. Why had she been so blessed? Her grandmother’s voice said to her, “Sweetie, God has blessed us and ain’t nothing wrong with that.” Kourtnee felt a little better after that. She decided to just eat something from her fully stocked refrigerator. Her grandfather, Themophilis had went grocery shopping for her.
She walked into the kitchen. She looked in the refrigerator. There were three covered dishes in the box. Her former nanny and current housekeeper, Ramona Jackson, had cooked her some meals and given them to her. She took out the one marked chicken and rice. She heated it up in the meal that included green peas in the microwave.
Kourtnee sat down on the couch facing the TV to eat her meal. She turned the TV on. She ate her meal in solitude. Was this to be her destiny, always eating alone?
Colt was sitting in his Chemistry 528 class. His professor, Dr. Edward Alston, III was up talking. Dr. Alston was a short, balding man. His light brown face was home to a full beard that included a connecting mustache and sideburns. He had on a pair of blue slacks and a light blue shirt with a red tie. He spoke with a sight drawl. You could tell he was from the south. He talked with quickly. You had to pay close attention to what he said. Dr. Alston was a premiere professor of Chemistry. He was a highly sought after speaker. It was an honor to be in his class.
Colt had the lab for the class after the class. They would be doing experiments in the class. It was going to be a wonderful experience. Colt was looking forward to performing more advanced experiments.
Chemistry was finally over. He headed to his lab class. It was around the corner from the classroom. Oddly enough, in the same room number as his class. The class was in room 108 and the lab was in lab room 108. Colt chuckled at the coincidence.
There were 12 students in the lab room. It had a capacity for 16 students. The lab instructor walked into the room. It was a lady. She stood about 5 feet 6 inches. She had on a black shirt and a white lab coat. Even with her hair back in a ponytail and in glasses, she was a beautiful woman. she stood at the front of the room as if she was allowing the men to get over the fact that their lab instructor was a beautiful woman. after about two minutes, she said, “I am Dana Haddon. I will be your lab instructor this semester. This will be a learning experience that you will enjoy, if you participate and get involved. If you have any questions about science, you can always ask me.” She said the last sentence with a matter of factness that let the men know that there wouldn’t be any hanky panky going on.
The lab was finally over. Colt headed for his apartment. He shared the apartment with a roommate. He wished that he would have requested to meet his roommate prior to getting one. This guy was eccentric, to say the least. He was really borderline weird. The roommate was a geek of magnanimous proportion. The guy only talked about science. To top it all off, the guy talked on the phone nearly all the time. He was a quiet guy for the most part. He spoke very softly. It was a wonder that the person on the other end of the phone could hear him. Colt was definitely going to have to get a second phone line in the house. After Colt thought about his roommate, he didn’t feel like going home. He decided to go to the student center and hang out for awhile.
Paula sat in her room. She had put off calling Rick for the last 20 minutes. Paula had picked up the phone and put it down so many times that her skinny, stuck up roommate had left the room in a huff after mumbling what Paula knew was a few choice curse words. Paula ignored her roommate and continued to stare at the phone.
The phone rung and startled her into reality. She picked up the receiver.
“Hello.”
“Hey, it’s Rick.”
“Hey.”
“Hey, are you still mad at me?”
Paula sucked her teeth. Rick let out a sigh. He was tired. He didn’t like to fight with Paula because the girl could hold a grudge. You could tell that she was holding a grudge, too.
“Paula. You know I didn’t mean what I said the way that you took it.”
“Well, you said it and I took it the way I took it.”
Rick knew that this wasn’t going to be easy. Paula hated anyone questioning her Christianity. That wasn’t what Rick had done anyway. He had just said that she could be a better witness for the Lord. He said it because he wanted her to go out with him and help pass out tracks. Rick had prayed before he called Paula. Maybe he should have prayed a little longer because her heart had not softened any.
“Mrs. Greene told me that you had been in the cafeteria. She said that you ate meatloaf. She laughed when she said that you smelled your food, like you always do.”
“What does that have to do with what we are talking about, Rick?”
“Nothing. It doesn’t have anything to do with anything. You are one mean woman. I’ll talk to you later.”
Rick hung up the phone. Paula was shocked. Rick had never said anything like that to her and he had never hung up the phone without saying goodbye. Paula was furious. How dare he hang up the phone in her face? She wanted to call him back and tell him off, but she remember Mrs. Greene’s words, “Stop being mean.”
Paula swallowed her pride, which was hard to do. She called Rick. The phone rung for the longest time. Paula thought that Rick wasn’t going to pick up the phone. She was about to hang up when Rick’s voice came through the ear piece. He sounded upset when he spoke. Paula had never heard him sound upset. Rick was always even tempered and happy. Paula decided to put a little sweetness in her voice as Mrs. Greene had suggested.
“What did you eat at lunch today?”
“Food,”
“I know that boy. What kind of food?”
“The kind you eat with a knife and fork.”
“Are you going to be more specific?”
“Nope, woman, I’m not.”
“That’s cool. Did you and Treshon go out and pass out tracks?”
Rick paused for a minute. He was wondering why Paula was being so sweet. He was even more baffled that she had asked about Treshon. Paula didn’t care for Treshon too much. He was a bit extreme when it came to the Gospel of Jesus Christ. Treshon had told Rich that she would break up with Paula because she wasn’t saved. Why was this girl asking about someone that she did not like?
“Girl, know you know you don’t even like Treshon, why you asking about him?”
“Don’t know just asked.”
“Yea, whatever. You are up to something. Why you being so sweet?”
“I am just being myself. I am sweet when I want to be.”
“You got that right, when you want to be.”
“Boy, please. You know you like when I am sweet.”
Rick had to laugh because when Paula was sweet, she was the sweetest person you could possibly know.
“Yea, girl I like it when you are sweet. So, are you still mad at me?”
“A little. What did you mean to say to me?”
“I just wanted you to go out and pass out tracks with me. I didn’t mean to question your walk with God. I was just suggesting that you could do something as a Christian.”
“Well, why didn’t you just ask me to go with you?”
“Girl, I don’t know.”
Paula laughed her jovial laugh. Rick loved to hear Paula laugh like that. He knew that she wasn’t mad at him anymore. He apologized and they began a three hour conversation. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
