Page 4 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

FOUR

Archer

Archer didn’t know what the hell he was doing.

He walked with his hands in his pockets, face blank as usual.

His mind raced louder than the bass that rattled the back of his Dodge Challenger.

He could hear the soft hum of Destiny’s wheelchair behind him.

She wasn’t talking to him, and that was unusual.

Normally, when he just glanced at a chick, he couldn’t get them to shut the hell up.

She was just there, and that was what kept messing with him.

He glanced back once, just to take a quick look at her.

Her copper brown coils looked like a messy halo around her head; it was frizzy, but still beautiful to him under the sunlight.

Destiny had no make-up on, just blemish-free skin and full lips that she kept pressing together nervously.

He noticed in the food court the curve of her cheeks.

When she talked, her dimples sunk in deep, which made her attractive as hell.

He could see the thickness of her frame through the oversized tee.

She didn’t try to look perfect — to him, Destiny wasn’t trying at all. She was simply just being herself.

He never messed with a big girl before; it wasn’t because he was against it.

He never came across one like Destiny, there was something about her that felt magnetic.

Archer felt a pull instantly when he scooped her into his arms. When he walked in the food court and spotted her on the floor next to her wheelchair, his legs moved without permission.

He glanced back at her again, this time, their eyes locked.

Destiny offered him a nervous smile; she tucked some of her hair behind her ear then looked away.

Destiny didn’t even realize that her hair was a mess. The top half of her ponytail was loose, and she still looked naturally pretty as hell.

To Archer, she looked like something warm that he could get lost in without even trying. She smelled good, and her body was soft and fluffy. Archer wanted to touch her again.

By the time they reached the student lot, Destiny finally spoke.

“One second.” She called out to Archer just as he spotted his matte black Challenger parked under a tree.

Archer stopped and turned around to face her.

“I want to put the food places in my phone notes. I can have my driver take me.” She stated nervously.

Destiny didn’t understand why Archer was taking her to a parking lot. She expected them to go outside of the food court and he’d converse with her then give her a run-down of all the food places nearby that were good. She wanted to do more on and outside of campus.

“I’m going to show you different food places in my car then take you to a nice spot where you can lounge at other than the food court. I can take you home afterwards or you can call your driver after my tour.” Archer said as he nodded his head for her to follow.

Secretly, he was happy Destiny stopped him.

Now he was intrigued and wanted to get to know her.

He got so wrapped up with Destiny, he forgot all about Latosha.

She sat on his passenger side with one leg out the window.

Her bright red lace front wig was slayed to perfection.

She was pumped to get another round in with Archer’s fine ass.

Latosha had on coochie cutter shorts and a white tube top that practically showed all of her cleavage. Her chocolate complexion was flawless. Latosha knew she was the shit; all the men on campus chased after her, but not Archer. He treated her like the slut she was known to be.

She perked up soon as she saw him.

“There you go, you got me melting in this sun. Could have at least turned on the?—”

“Get out.” Archer said flatly, already reaching for the driver’s door.

Latosha blinked like she’d heard him wrong.

“Huh?”

“Huh?” Archer mocked her annoyingly high-pitched voice. He cocked his head to the side and gave her an icy glare.

“I said get the fuck out, I got other shit to do.” He started up his car and turned on the AC for Destiny. He stepped back out of his car then walked around to stand in front of Latosha.

Latosha’s eyes narrowed as she looked over at Destiny who had an uncomfortable look on her face.

“Oh, so you ditching me for little miss Hot wheels?” She giggled shamelessly.

Destiny froze then swallowed down hard. Her fingers flexed on her chair controls. She wasn’t a push over and could stand up for herself. She was about to say something but before she could speak, Archer turned toward Latosha.

“If she little miss hot wheels, you little miss hot pocket pussy. Don’t talk about my friend…” Archer frowned.

“Don’t even look at her, get the fuck out so I can help her inside.” He added.

Latosha’s neck snapped back like he slapped her. Destiny saw a big confrontation about to happen and decided to try and bow out gracefully.

“It’s okay, I can just call my driver. Thank you for everything?—”

“It’s not okay.” Archer cut her off without even looking Destiny’s way.

“You can’t let evil sex-crazed bitches get to you.” His voice was low, filled with irritation.

“I just told you that I had other plans, Latosha. You not one of those plans.” He smirked evilly.

Latosha huffed then got out of the passenger seat. She yanked her purse off the car floor and rolled her eyes hard at Archer.

“Whatever, you weird as hell anyway. I was just bored today.” She said, trying her hardest to patch up her bruised ego.

“Go be bored somewhere else.” Archer muttered

Latosha shot one more glare at Destiny then Archer before she rolled her eyes and switched hard across the parking lot.

Her slides smacked against the pavement with each furious step.

Destiny looked at Archer cautiously, she was confused and a little shaken up from his anger and mean words towards Latosha.

“So, you’re taking me in your car?” She asked nervously.

“Yeah.”

“What’s your name?”

“Archer, yours?”

“Destiny.” She smiled.

Her deep-dish dimples had Archer smitten.

“Nice to meet you, Destiny. You riding with me… or are you calling your driver.” He smirked, finally showing her emotion on his face.

“I’m riding with you. I just don’t think you had to do all of that for me. We don’t know each other, and if she’s your girlfriend?—”

“She not my girlfriend, and I did have to do all of that.” He cut her off.

“Don’t do that.” Destiny’s mouth clamped shut soon as the words left her mouth.

“Do what?” He asked curiously.

“Cut me off when I’m speaking. It seems like you have a habit of doing that to people. I don’t like it.” Destiny looked right into his pale blue eyes.

She wanted Archer’s friendship, he was fine as hell but she wouldn’t dare let him be rude to her. Archer stared at her honey brown face in shock. He wasn’t used to any woman telling him what they liked and didn’t like. He couldn’t stop the smile that stretched his face.

“Oh, you don’t like that. What else you don’t like, Destiny?” He licked his cinnamon lips and leaned up against his car.

“There’s not much, I just think it’s rude to cut people off when they are talking.” She offered him a small smile.

“Okay, my apologies—” His words were clipped short at his own realization of what just came out of his mouth.

A damn apology. The fuck wrong with me?

“Let me help you in the car.”

Archer stood stuck for a second. He shrugged off the weird feeling that swirled inside of him and focused on helping Destiny into his car.

Archer didn’t usually feel anything when he touched a woman besides lust and a hard dick.

In this moment, he felt a steady hum running through his veins like a warning and a promise as he stepped toward Destiny.

He could see the worry in her eyes. She bit into her plump bottom lip, getting ready to protest again.

“I got you.” He said, and before she could offer help or even breathe, his hands were on her.

Her body was soft, warm, and full in all the right ways. Archer didn’t expect that heat to hit him the moment his arms slid under her knees and cradled her back. She was heavier than the girls he usually lifted when fucking, but he liked the weight of her in his arms.

Destiny’s scent was tantalizing, like a little vanilla mixed with shea butter.

Her copper coils brushed against his jaw as he lifted her all the way up.

He had to remind himself to keep his face neutral.

Destiny let out a soft breath then placed her hand on his hard chest. She didn’t flinch or make a sound, she trusted Archer holding all of her.

He eased her into the passenger seat with careful precision, then put her seat belt across her chest. His hand brushed the slope of her thick thigh as he tugged on the strap gently.

“You good?” He asked lowly.

Destiny blinked up at him with flushed cheeks, the moment was supposed to be something simple and a kind gesture, but it felt charged between the two of them.

“Yes, I’m good. Thank you, Archer.” She smiled, happy to know his name.

He nodded once, shut the door then moved around to collapse her chair. He loaded it behind his driver’s seat as if he had done it a dozen times, when this was the first. It all felt natural to Archer, like she belonged in his car with him already.

Once he got situated in the front seat, he didn’t bother to look at her right away.

Destiny had him acting different, Archer didn’t know how to feel about that just yet.

He tapped the screen on the dash then scrolled to his playlist. For a moment, they both remained quiet as Archer drove.

He stopped by plenty of places and pointed the different food places out to Destiny.

He smiled at the way her eyes lit up with excitement. She quickly pecked away at her phone, adding all the places that he showed her to her notes.

“So, you don’t usually roll with girls in wheelchairs, huh?” Destiny spoke softly with humor in her tone.