Page 9 of Blake University: HBCU Chronicles – Yon & Imole

Not wild, not flashy just two people moving in time. His breath warm against her temple, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with hers. It was easy. Intimate. His fingers brushing the small of her back like he was trying to remember what she felt like.

When she glanced around, she saw Lala slow dancing with Ace near the corner booth, his hands respectfully at her hips as they laughed about something only they could hear. Stormii was on the other side of the room, grinding unapologetically on Porkchop, her curls bouncing with each move. Everyone looked happy. Comfortable.

Until she wasn’t.

It happened fast.

A manicured hand appeared on ’s shoulder. Long acrylics, crimson red and aggressive. The kind of hand that demanded attention.

“Wow. That’s cute,”

a voice said behind him. Her words were cold, her tone feminine and her facial expression was sharp enough to slice glass.

Imole stepped back slightly, just enough to get a good look.

And there she was.

Tall. Curvy. Face beat to the heavens. A Blake U Veta, if Imole had to guess and she wasn’t guessing hard. The girl had a presence like a billboard.

“Didn’t know you were into charity cases now,”

the girl added with a tight smile, eyes cutting straight through Imole.

turned.

“Shawna, don’t do that.”

“Oh, I’m doing it,”

the girl, Shawna, snapped.

“You bring her into our section like I’m supposed to play blind?”

Imole stiffened. Her fingers curled slightly, but she kept her chin up.

stepped between them a bit more.

“It’s not our section. We broke up, remember?”

Shawna’s laugh was short and cruel.

“Trust, baby. I remember everything. Especially who had you first.”

Imole’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.

She didn’t need to.

Her silence said try me louder than anything else could’ve.

“Shawna, you need to chill,”

said firmly.

“This ain’t it.”

But Shawna wasn’t talking to him anymore. She leaned in just close enough to Imole and said, “Enjoy your little moment. Just know, he always comes back.”

Then she turned on her heel, swinging her curls and her attitude all the way to the other end of VIP.

The tension sat in the air for a moment too long.

Imole pulled away slightly, brushing her curls off her shoulder.

“So… that was your ex?”

sighed.

“Yeah. That was Shawna. And I’m sorry.”

Imole shrugged, keeping her voice light.

“Don’t apologize. She’s not my problem.”

But inside, she wasn’t sure if that was true. Not yet.