Page 3 of Blake University: HBCU Chronicles: Brynleigh & A.Z.

I walked on the side of the building and took my backpack off my back.

Pretending to be rummaging through my bag looking for something, I cuffed some molly, zipped the bookbag back, and waited patiently for Malisha to come over.

She eased some folded up bills inside my pocket and just that easily my first transaction of the night had been made.

I zeroed back in on the men of Phi Rho. When the show was over, they stood in another line and marched off the yard allowing the men of Mega Phi Psi to have the spotlight.

They had two members that were fine as fuck, and the rest were pretty average.

Maybe I was biased, but in my opinion, there wasn’t one ugly guy that pledged Phi Rho.

My eyes scanned over each of their faces and yeap, A.Z.

was fine as hell, and the rest weren’t too far behind.

“You’re coming to the kickback with me, aren’t you?” Yasmine asked as I walked back over to her clutching the straps on the bookbag. Shit, I had come out to sell pills. Not going to the party would be dumb as hell.

“Yeah, but I’m only staying for an hour and a half at most.”

“Cool,” she bobbed her head and looked over at Malisha. “You going?”

“Of course. It’s not a Phi Rho event if Jacob isn’t there. I don’t know why he didn’t pledge. He acts so obsessed with them,” Malisha rolled her eyes upward.

I enjoyed the step show and once it was over, Malisha, Yasmine, and I climbed into Jacob’s older model Acura and went to the party.

I knew parking on the street where the frat house was would be a pain the ass, so catching a ride with him was cool but once I was ready to go, I could walk back to my car if necessary.

In the car, Malisha passed Jacob the molly she had purchased from me, and he wasted no time consuming it.

Just like I knew it would be, every inch of the street that held the Greek Row Houses was lined with cars. Jacob had to park two streets over. As we walked, he and Malisha clowned around, and Yasmine looked over at me.

“I have a secret,” she whispered.

Widening my eyes I shook my head while staring at her. “Why did you pause? You think I don’t want to hear it? Come on wit’ it.”

My response made Yasmine cackle. “Okay, soooooo,” she sang while her bright skin flushed turning her cheeks red. “I’ve been conversing with Penz. And tonight, I think I might link with him. Like link link.”

I wasn’t even shocked by her announcement because one thing Penz loved was some strippers.

That man was in the strip club at least three times a week, and that was on a slow week.

Penz loved women period, but there was something about strippers.

Working for him, I saw the women coming in on a daily basis.

He wasn’t sleeping with all of them, but Penz had an extensive roster and every female that I’d seen that was on it was bad. As fuck.

“So, is it a fun thing? You really like him type thing?” I knew I had to handle the situation delicately.

Though I knew Penz to be a whore, he was my boss, and a cool guy.

I had no clue how he felt about Yasmine, so I didn’t want to throw salt or come off like a hater, but I also had to look out for my girl at least a little.

“Baby, as much as Penz comes in the club, he should own stock in that muhfucka, okay?” she simpered.

“I have heard his name floating around more than a few times. I know he likes to serve that dick up on a silver platter which is why I’ve always been hesitant to talk to him but when he did my tattoo a few months back, we had a really nice conversation.

He’s honestly really easy and fun to talk to, and every word that comes out of his mouth isn’t sexual.

In fact, he’s only ever made maybe one or two dirty comments toward me in the three months that we’ve been talking. ”

“Penz is definitely a cool guy. He’s always around women, but he doesn’t sleep with all of them. I know that for a fact. He’s never talked crazy or disrespectful to anyone in my presence, and he doesn’t even do all that open flirting. The women actually throw themselves at him.”

“Trust, I see it all the time when he comes in. But yeah,” Yasmine shrugged. “That’s tea. I like him a little bit, and I’m ready to end my eight month drought. Fingers crossed.” She held up her hand showing her middle finger crossed over her index finger.

“Get some for me too, friend.” I didn’t even want to think about how long my drought had been taking place.

Yasmine seemed to know enough about Penz that I kept my advice to myself.

I couldn’t tell her not to take him serious when I didn’t know the first thing about how he felt about her.

She already knew he was a ladies’ man and just because I’d never seen him in love or committed didn’t mean he wasn’t capable of it.

Yasmine was an adult, and she could handle herself.

The Phi Rho house had about twenty people scattered out on the lawn talking and drinking and that’s when I knew the inside of the house was more than likely wall to wall people.

Being around a bunch of drunk obnoxious and overly loud people wasn’t exactly my thing, so the moment I was satisfied with the amount of money that I made, I was leaving.

“Yooooo, Bryn. My girl.” My head lifted as Marcus called out to me. I knew his loud, over dramatic voice anywhere. He was one of my best customers. Marcus loved ecstasy and often bought four to five pills at a time.

I hit him with a bright smile. Since he didn’t move, I walked toward him, and that was when I noticed he was standing with A.Z.

and Scott. My throat bounced as I swallowed harder than usual.

I wasn’t sure why I was nervous, but the way they were staring at me was a little off putting.

I kept a pleasant expression on my face, however, because I knew Marcus was about to spend no less than $75.

Hopefully, he’d go ahead and make it $100.

“This is my favorite treat lady. She has the goods,” Marcus announced to A.Z. and Scott as he wrapped his arm around my neck. I could smell the tequila coming from the red Solo cup he clutched in his opposite hand. “You got any more of those pink jawns?” he directed his attention to me.

“I do. Can’t make a transaction out in the open though. We can walk on the side of the house.” A.Z. and Scott were still staring, and I was tempted to ask them what they were looking at.

“You come to the college events just to sell drugs?” Scott asked as his gaze roamed over my body.

Even before I started working for Penz, I had a love for tattoos.

I had an entire sleeve on my left arm and a few more tattoos on my thigh and one on my foot.

Dressed in a white tank top and black shorts that showcased the art on my body, I was far from the prissy, prim, and proper females that ran in behind men like Scott and A.Z.

“Drugs?” I frowned. “Who sells drugs? I sell Girl Scout cookies.” I smirked while Marcus erupted into boisterous laughter.

Scott’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything.

“That was a good one,” Marcus laughed as we walked to the side of the house away from prying eyes.

We made the transaction, and I ambled back over to where Yasmine was talking to a sophomore, Tyra.

She had never purchased molly or ecstasy from me, but she could drink her ass off.

Tyra was premed, and I’d seen her sloppy drunk on more than a few occasions.

She was a nice girl, and I had to wonder if her drinking was deeper than just wanting to party and have a good time.

“Hey, Tyra boo,” I smiled at her. “I like your hair it is so freakin’ pretty.” Tyra had dark brown skin and jet-black, thick, curly hair. She was so gorgeous to me.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “It’s annoying as heck to deal with every day, but I like my curls too.”

“Tyra!” A male voice sliced into the air, and she groaned.

“Great,” she mumbled. “He’s in daddy mode tonight.”

A.Z. marched over to us and snatched Tyra away forcefully.

He was so rough that I drew back a little.

He dragged her a few feet away from us, but I could still hear what he was saying to her.

“I told you, you could come to the party as long as I kept an eye on you. You’re already messing up.

Stay the fuck away from her. She’s here selling pills, and I better not find out you bought one. ”

“What are you even talking about?!” Tyra exclaimed as my blood boiled.

I didn’t appreciate A.Z.’s judgement of me.

I didn’t just go around forcing pills down anyone’s throat.

I was cool with plenty of people that never even saw me with a pill.

They didn’t indulge, and I didn’t offer.

He acted as if her merely being in my presence would make some bad juju rub off on her, and it pissed me off.

No, I didn’t go to college. Yes, I had tattoos, and I didn’t walk around with my nose up in the air using big words in every conversation, but I was far from dumb.

I wasn’t some bad influence that would lead his sister to the pit of hell if she stood near me for too long.

Their voices lowered, and I couldn’t hear them, but I could tell they were going back and forth.

“You ready?” Yasmine asked. “I want to see who’s inside.” I had no clue where Malisha and Jacob had gone.

I never took my eyes off A.Z. and Tyra. “Give me one minute.” My heart pounded insanely fast as I prepared myself to read A.Z. for filth. The moment that Tyra stormed away from him, I walked in his direction. There was a deep scowl on A.Z.’s face that didn’t soften as I approached.

“You have some fucking nerve,” I looked him up and down. “You don’t know shit about me. So, telling Tyra to stay away from me is a bit far-fetched.”

“I know you don’t go to school here, and I know you just sold my boy four ecstasy pills. That’s all I need to know to know that my sister who is a premed student doesn’t need to be hanging with you.”

“Boy fuck you,” I snapped looking him up and down.

“I’ve seen your frat brothers snorting coke and waking up in their own vomit from being so damn drunk.

Let’s not forget the drama last month where a female claims she was drugged and raped at this very frat house.

You and your bougie ass friends aren’t any better than me just because you’re in college. Fuck boy,” I spat and stormed off.

My mood was officially ruined, but I still wasn’t leaving until I made at least another $100. Being judged by a spoiled ass rich kid like A.Z. wasn’t going to knock me off my square. Fuck him.