Page 2 of F*ckin’ With Me

There was no cover for the party, thank God.

She would have hated having to pay to be in a place she didn’t feel comfortable in.

More snickering occurred when she entered the building.

Her eyes searched for a wall to flower. On her way to what she felt was the perfect wall, a hand grabbed her arm.

When she turned, Daylen’s handsome face towered over her.

“What’s up? I’m happy you didn’t make me leave to come get your lil’ ass.

” Daylen just wanted her to come out and have some fun.

He saw her around campus, but it was always when she was on her way to class, in the cafe on campus, the library, or when they had their study sessions.

He felt like he was doing her a favor by forcing her to come.

Simonette smiled. “Yeah, I figured, what could it hurt?” Her nerves moved to her hands. She smoothed her dress.

Daylen knew that she looked out of place, but he decided to overlook it. “Hey, you want a drink or something? Come on.”

He grabbed her hand to pull her over to where he and some of his teammates were. The bar was next to them. Simonette could not believe he was holding her hand.

Across the room, one of Daylen’s little throwbacks saw him and was on a mission of her own. She hurried across the busy floor with her homegirls in tow to cut him off. She placed her hand on his chest. “Hey, Day.”

He stopped in his tracks and dropped Simonette’s hand. “What’s up, Bianca? What you got going on?”

She didn’t bother to answer his questions. Her interest was piqued by the girl who stood behind him, who seemed out of place. “Who is this? Did she come to pray for us or something? She looks like she teaches Sunday school or some shit.”

The girls behind her roared in laughter. Simonette wished their cosigns didn’t bother her, but they did. Bianca and her crew were one of the popular crews at Augusta University. There were several of which she would never be part of. Some weren’t as mean as Bianca and her crew though.

Daylen peeked back over his shoulder, his eyes weighed with the same trace of pity that Simonette had long grown accustomed to.

She never understood why pity was associated with a girl who was proven to be smarter than almost all the students on campus.

Sure, she dressed a little frumpy, and her normal hairstyle was a messy bun on top of her head.

Simonette had beautiful hair, but she preferred to keep it braided or in other protective styles.

Her favorite was curls. She loved her hair curled.

“Bianca, you’re doing way too much. This is my tutor. Chill out.”

Simonette knew it was time to go. She had tutored Daylen for almost two years, and that was all she was to him. His tutor. She wasn’t delusional to think he liked her in a romantic or sexual way, but she thought they were at least friends.

Bianca didn’t want to hear shit about who the insignificant girl was. She pressed her body into Daylen’s. “Am I doing too much if I put my mouth on your dick to make it spit up?”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but she made sure it was loud enough for Simonette to hear. That, she did. Bianca’s brashness shocked Simonette. She heard about girls like her in movies, the books she read, and gossip on campus. She just never experienced them in real life.

“I think I’ll just go. This isn’t really my scene,” Simonette blurted to Daylen’s back. In a mumble, she said, “I should have never come.”

Daylen turned to the side to face her. He didn’t plan to stop her.

After all, she was right. That was not her scene at all.

He was also more interested in Bianca’s mouth around his dick than babysitting.

If Bianca didn’t do anything else great, she knew how to suck a dick with vigor and enthusiasm.

“Cool. I guess I’ll see you at graduation. ”

Graduation . . .

Daylen had done it. Not only did he pass his final math test, but he passed it with a ninety.

All the tutoring that he’d done with Simonette had paid off.

His mind went back to the night of the graduation party.

He felt bad as fuck about how Bianca went in on her—not enough to not get his dick sucked though.

Oh, Bianca tried to suck the skin off it that night.

Simonette cursed the universe. As luck would have it, they assigned her to the very row that Daylen sat on.

She led the graduates to their row, which meant he had to pass her.

The pity was unhidden on his face. She stood there stoically, refusing to let him know that the way everyone pitied her affected her.

It made her more of a recluse. Isolation was her friend.

Daylen sat in his row. He listened to the different speakers.

Every once in a while, he would look down the aisle at Simonette.

He sat dead in the middle of the aisle. He couldn’t understand why Simonette didn’t lean into her beauty.

No matter how frumpy she appeared, her beauty couldn’t be denied. It was a waste in his eyes though.

It was time to walk to the stage to receive his degree.

That was a moment he didn’t think he would see when he was younger.

He caused a lot of hell. He was proud of himself, and what felt better was the pride his father had in his achievements.

Not just his academic achievements, but his sport achievements as well.

He was slated to enter the draft soon. There was no doubt from sports experts that he would be drafted to an amazing team.

Daylen Smith!

With his head held high, he walked toward the president of the university to shake his hand and accept his degree.

There were a lot of joyous screams of celebration.

Over all of it, he still heard his father and little sister.

His grade point average wasn’t the highest, but it didn’t matter.

It was high enough to keep his scholarship, play baseball, and secure his degree.

“I am so proud of you!” Declan cupped his son’s cheeks, pulled his forehead down, and kissed it. “I know your mother is in heaven, smiling down. God knows it was probably her chats with Him that made Him continuously look after your stubborn ass.”

That pulled a laugh out of Daylen. He pulled his sister into his arms when he noticed the hint of sadness that overtook her face.

Over the years, guilt built on her chest. She felt she was the cause of her mother’s death.

Declan told her time and time before that was not the case.

It didn’t matter how many times she heard it; she would have to believe it for herself.

“This is gonna be you soon, Sis.” He hugged his sister tightly from the side. “Where you want to eat at?”

She looked up at her brother. “Why would I pick where we eat? It’s your graduation.”

With sincerity, Daylen responded. “When I win, so do you. Let’s go celebrate our win.”

Declan patted his son’s back. He loved how his children loved each other. On their way out of the auditorium, he saw Simonette by the door. It only felt right that he thanked her again.

“Hey, Simonette. I wanted to thank you again. I couldn’t have gotten here without your help. Oh, and I’m sorry about the other night.” He made her come to the party, so he felt he owed her an apology.

She gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “There’s no need to apologize for another person’s behavior. You’re welcome. You worked hard for your success, so it was an honor to help.”

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug. “I appreciate you. If you ever need anything, I got you.” He pulled away from her. “I’on care what it is.”

“Okay. Thank you, I guess.” Simonette wasn’t sure what to say to that. She’d take it at face value and move on.

With a final smile, he moved past her. “Who was that?” Daylen’s sister asked. “She’s kind of blah, but she’s super pretty.”

He lightly pushed her on the shoulder. “Shut up, Rissa.” He glanced over his shoulder at Simonette a final time. “She’s just my tutor.”