Page 5 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

Archer glanced over and chuckled, he figured that Destiny was trying to tease herself before he did it. He assumed that she must have gone through people underestimating her a lot because she was in a wheelchair.

“I don’t usually roll with anybody. Latosha wasn’t going anywhere with me, but to give me some head right in that student lot.” He shrugged.

Destiny’s eyes widened at his bluntness.

“So, what makes me special? I’m not giving you head, or any sex.” She didn’t beat around the bush at all. Destiny knew what most men wanted and for her to give her precious goods up, it had to come with a deeper connection and commitment besides just casual sex.

Destiny also had eyes, and with those eyes, she saw how fine Archer was.

She knew that women probably fell down to their knees to worship him.

It didn’t matter that she was crushing hard on him, she had morals and standards and wouldn’t break them for fine ass Archer.

Besides, she highly doubted that he would even look at her that way.

She had already assumed that he was just a very nice, and blunt guy.

“I know you’re not giving me anything, Virgin Mary.” He cracked a sly smile.

“How did you know that I was a virgin?!” She frowned, feeling offended.

“It was a joke, I didn’t know but thank you for telling me that. I don’t fuck virgin pussy. Whoever gets that is lucky as fuck, though.” He shook his head in disbelief then bit into his bottom lip.

He hated the way his dick reacted to the new knowledge of having virgin pussy so close to him.

Intrusive thoughts like how tight her pussy felt crossed his mind involuntarily.

His fingers tightened slightly on the wheel, feeling a twinge of jealousy just thinking about how lucky a guy would be to take Destiny’s v card.

“Why don’t you fuck virgin pussy?” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth then bit down.

Destiny was starting to feel like she was talking a little too much, the conversation was not where she intended for it to go.

“Because, most women that give up their virginity want more out of a man. I don’t have shit to give a woman but a wet ass and a sore jaw.” He spat.

“Wow, that sounds boring and miserable. Why are you like that?” She seriously wanted to know.

Archer cracked a charming smile and laughed lightly. It was a serious question from Destiny but sounded funny coming from her mouth.

“I don’t know why I’m like that...” He mocked the way her voice sounded.

“It could change, but for now, it’s just how I am.” That was all that came to Archer’s mind. No one ever cared enough to question him on why he was like anything. He tucked the question into a small part of his brain to figure the answer out later.

He really didn’t know why he did women the way that he did them.

All he knew was that the people that he looked to for love failed him.

His father always had so many expectations out of him but never met his own expectations for his first-born son.

He didn’t know what it was like to be truly accepted and loved.

Whenever shit went bad or he did something out of the ordinary, he was talked down to.

Archer had to grow up watching his sister and brother get all the love that he wanted.

Instead of feeling sorry for himself, he let his so-called parents believe that he was just a fuck up.

He embraced the black sheep role and played it well.

At a young age, Archer owned more businesses than an average forty-year-old.

He studied real estate, something that his father wasn’t aware of and used all the money from his trust fund to invest in properties like two apartment complexes.

Later, he took the extra money he made from that and invested into other things.

He owned a cigar lounge that he took pride in and used it as his getaway spot.

Archer also had a couple of nice properties in different states that didn’t cost him much to buy out.

He had a lot more going on, far more than what people assumed.

The only reason why he followed along with the entire college situation was because that was part of the stipulation in the second trust fund that was coming to him once he turned twenty-five.

Archer’s father split his trust fund into three parts.

He got his first big lump sum when he hit eighteen, his second one was due when he turned twenty-five, which is why his father forced him into college.

The third one would come when he hit thirty.

His father wanted him happily married with at least one kid on the way to continue the legacy.

“You want to know why I allowed you to roll with me?” Archer looked over at Destiny. He noticed that she was shutting down, and he wanted to keep her vocal. He enjoyed her speaking her mind, it felt real, and it was something that he started to enjoy.

“You didn’t call out for help when you hit the floor.”

She blinked her eyes, then swallowed down. Embarrassment rose inside of her as she replayed the way that she fell and how she felt all eyes on her when she did fall.

“It was also the way you looked afterward when you thought you were shielding yourself away from everyone. You looked like it embarrassed you, but it didn’t break you.

You didn’t wait for sympathy…you just existed and sat there getting yourself together.

” Archer smirked then placed his eyes on the road.

Destiny was stunned from his observation.

She never wanted a soul to feel sorry for her, that in itself irked her.

Even with her parents trying to cater to her every need.

It made her feel useless; she even redirected her thinking when she caught herself wishing that someone was at her apartment with her to help her.

That was only because she got used to having her parents do everything.

She wanted to push herself until she didn’t need anyone to do anything for her.

The way her parents treated her, she tried to excuse because she knew it was just because they loved her. It also fueled her ambition to be out in the world on her own.

If Destiny thrived off of sympathy, she would not be able to feel the lower half of her body.

That was something doctors were sure of when she got shot.

They told her that she would never be able to stand nor walk and she proved them wrong.

Destiny believed in speaking positive manifestations into her life.

She believed that God was going to see her through it all, it just took time and patience.

“You’re kind of deep for a guy who cursed out a half-naked girl in the parking lot. I don’t like when men call women bitches, by the way.” She said.

Destiny took the top of her ponytail out. There was no point in the top still being confined when most of her curls had fallen out when she fell earlier. Archer took his eyes off the road and got lost in her beauty for a couple of seconds before responding.

“She earned that, you didn’t. I’ll work on calling women bitches in front of you, though.” He uttered.

They both went quiet again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.

The air in the car was thick with something warm, something that they both couldn’t quite define.

Archer couldn’t stop glancing over at her.

He took in every movement that came from Destiny, down to the way her arm rested on the door.

She absentmindedly tapped her fingers to the beat.

Her round face was calm but guarded. He didn’t know her at all, but liked how she felt around him.