Page 7 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

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Archer

The hallway in Cove City Heights smelled like weed, cheap body spray, and musk.

It was located near the center of campus.

Archer made the bulk of his money at Cove City Heights and Blake Hall.

He walked down the hallway with his hoodie up and headphones in; no music played, he just used the earphones as a deploy to keep people from speaking to him.

He utilized his time wisely whenever he came on campus.

Today, he popped in and out of classes and actually showed some sort of interest in it.

Last night, he re-up’d and planned on selling out by nightfall.

The box of pills sat heavily in his backpack.

This was considered a bulk drop for him.

Inside was Adderall, Oxy, and a few Benzos for the ones who liked to float through their work instead of studying.

He chuckled at the mere thought of his father finding out that his close friend, Dr. Cosby, was the one supplying him with all of the drugs that he needed in order to make a profit.

Dr. Cosby was also fucking Karen, another well-kept secret that Archer held onto.

The secret that he kept tucked made Dr. Cosby give Archer whatever he asked for plus his own secret connect to Cocaine, another drug that college students liked to have during parties.

He knocked twice on the dorm room and waited.

Seconds later, the door swung open fast. A tall lanky guy with acne scarring all over his pale face appeared at the door looking nervous.

Archer had seen him before at one of the frat parties.

Behind the lanky guy were three other boys that lounged on mismatched futons, and an unmade messy bed with clothes all over it.

They had PlayStation controllers in their hands; their eyes were red as hell. The room smelled disgusting like no one washed their ass.

“Yo, finally dude! Did you bring all of it?” One of the guys on the unmade bed asked. He sat up anxiously as the tall lanky boy shut the door behind Archer.

Archer walked in without answering him. He hated mess, Archer took pride in always keeping his space clean.

He placed the bag on a cluttered desk beside a half-eaten pizza box.

He unzipped it slowly, then pulled out five tightly wrapped bottles.

He laid them out like sacred offerings as he pointed to each one.

“Oxy, Addy, Valium, and the rest of the shit is there, all clean and sealed. Don’t waste my fucking time.” Archer said. He was ready to go; the smell of the room and all of the clutter made his skin crawl.

He zipped his bag back up and put it back on his back, readjusting the straps.

One of the caramel skinned guys that was shorter with a big gold chain that looked too big for his neck leaned forward. His grin didn’t quite reach his eyes. Archer could sense that he was about to say some dumb shit by the way his top lip quirked up.

“You the nigga that’s been chilling with the chubby chick in the wheelchair?” He sniggered after his question, his friends looked at him with wide eyes.

Archer didn’t move or blink, he straightened up then licked his lips.

His gaze was sharp enough to cut through the guy’s fake ass smile.

Archer wanted to knock the braces out of his mouth for trying to be funny with him.

Bringing up what he did in his personal time sounded too close to this man clocking his moves, which wasn’t something that Archer liked at all.

“Where’s my fucking money?” He asked flatly. He stepped closer to the guy who asked about Destiny.

The room got quiet as the guy behind him fumbled through a drawer. He pulled out a thick envelope then passed it to Archer. Everybody watched Archer rip the envelope open. He counted through his money without rushing then tucked the envelope into the front of his hoodie.

“She got a name.” Archer said very calmly.

All of the men looked at him confused.

“You ask about her again or disrespect her…I’ll make sure your bitch ass can’t walk, too.” He tapped the front of his pants with a shit eating grin stretching his face.

He didn’t go anywhere without his nine-millimeter.

People on campus already knew he had money.

Especially the ones like the guys inside of the room who just bought in bulk.

Archer wanted someone to get testy with him.

He could fight well but if someone ever tried to rob him, he didn’t mind putting a bullet through their skull.

The guy laughed nervously; he raised his hands in mock surrender to Archer. Inside, he was shitting bricks.

“Damn, bro. I was just playing?—”

“I didn’t come in this bitch with a smile and a basketball, though.” He turned on his heels and walked out without another word.

Back at his own place, he tossed his hoodie over a chair then pulled out his phone.

He had a missed call from Destiny, he smirked without realizing it.

Destiny had become a part of his routine.

They talked almost every night now. Sometimes for an hour, and other times, Archer would realize that they would be on the phone for plenty of hours talking about nothing in general.

He admired Destiny and the way that she carried herself.

He learned that she loved to paint, color, and go on nature walks to clear her mind whenever she was battling her depression.

She loved to talk about her classes, her pain flares, and how her professor kept treating her like she was unable to do small things around the class.

Destiny loved her parents as well, and he loved all the stories she told him about them.

Archer listened, and when he didn’t speak, Destiny talked more and got him right back into the flow of conversation.

They hung out twice since the lounge. Destiny sent him a meme about late night drives and R her chocolate skin glowed under his porch light. She batted her long lashes and looked up at him like she actually gave a damn about him.

“It’s about time.” She spoke.

She didn’t wait for him to invite her in; she strutted in like she belonged there.

“You must have forgot how good this head is or you must be too busy playing nurse with that bitch in the chair.” She spun around just as Archer closed the door behind her.

He planned on being just a little bit of nice to Latosha but since she mentioned Destiny, he got right to the point.

He kicked his slides off and walked into his living room.

He thought about the way Destiny’s voice softened and sounded seductive as hell when she got tired.

He would rather beat his meat to the sound of that than deal with Latosha’s nasty ass attitude.

Latosha was supposed to be a distraction that he thought he needed. Destiny came into his life close to a month ago and Archer was still captivated by her. He rid his mind of Destiny and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down in one smooth motion.

His dick was still hard from the text conversation that he had with his friend. Latosha turned slowly, her eyes dragging over him with a satisfied smirk.

“Damn, no dinner or drink? Just dick? I’m starting to feel used, Archer.” She teased, licking her lips.

She dropped her purse on the couch then put her hands on her thick hips. Archer didn’t crack a grin, instead, he grabbed his dick and gave it a light squeeze.

“I ain’t in the mood to talk to you.” He muttered, voice low.

“I wanted to spend some time with you, I really think the both of us got off on the wrong foot.” She said in a mock-hurt voice.

That only irritated Archer further. His phone sounded off in his sweats that were crumpled on the floor. He ignored it.

“Either you get on your knees or go…decide quickly.”

“I want the dick, Archer but I also want?—”

She stopped mid-sentence when his phone sounded off again.

Archer bent down to grab the phone out of his pocket. Once he saw Destiny’s name on the screen, he answered immediately.

“Hello?” Her voice came through, she sounded shaken up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I know it’s late, and you have company but I umm?—”

“Company don’t matter, Destiny. What’s up?” Archer cut her off forgetting all about how she didn’t like to be cut off mid sentence.

Right now he didn’t care, he heard the urgency in her voice and wanted to help her.

“I do matter, I just drove all the way from campus to be here and?—”

“Shut the fuck up!” He cut Latosha off then pointed to the door.

She ignored him and stood still, flopping down on the couch to listen to their conversation.

“I had another leg spasm… In the shower this time, it’s worse than usual. I ended up falling again, and I don’t want to call my parents and get my dad all worked up. He will start saying how I need someone there with me and all the extras that come with his reasons of concern.”

“Are you hurt real bad?” He asked.

“No bleeding, just can’t really stand back up right now. My arms feel weak, and my knees are locked.” She said with a small breathless laugh.

Archer could tell that she found a little humor in her situation but also felt embarrassed.

“I know I sound crazy?—”

“You don’t, I’m on the way.”

“Archer, you don’t have to?—”

“I am.”

He hung up, already pulling his clothes back on. His movements sharp and exact, he forgot that fast about Latosha sitting there looking stunned and pissed off.

“So that’s the fuck it? You really about to leave when I just got here…for her?” She snapped.

He pulled his hoodie over his head then snatched his keys with an unreadable face.

“Yeah.” He said coolly, walking towards the door.

“The fuck you still sitting down for? Grab your purse and go, I’m already at the door.”

“Are you serious?” Latosha’s mouth hung open.

Archer saw the look of hurt cross her face and decided to be nice instead of rude to her. Latosha had high hopes of getting another taste of Archer’s dick. To have that taste snatched away by a girl in a wheelchair was a hit to her already cocky persona.

“Look, my friend needs me. I’m not putting her off just to get my dick wet. All these questions and shit is a turn off right now. Get your shit and go, we can pick this up another day.”