Giving Him Something He Can Feel Read Free

the only bitch from three generations of my family to go to college. My mama damn sure didn’t go. She had me at a young age so my dad took on the role of breadwinner. If she had gone, then she probably wouldn’t have had to sell her ass or maybe something would have come from those countless interviews she went on.
    It was my first day on the campus and people were everywhere. Niggas were walking around, standing in cliques, and some more shit. Besides the hood, I’d never seen so many people in one place before. Dudes were outnumbered because females were everywhere. Everything from stuck up bitches, to church girls, and then of course there were the hoes. By the way the hoes were dressed; you would have thought they were auditioning to be in a music video. Not being on campus for more than ten minutes, I already knew why. There was talk all over campus about some nigga named Caine Johnson. His family was well off so all the bitches wanted a piece of the pie. In my life right then, I couldn’t afford to fuck up that school shit. It was the only thing I had to rely on, so unless that motherfucka was breaking me off, I didn’t have time for his ass. I made my way to an open house for newly enrolled students. It was a meet and greet thing where you meet new and existing students. I thought to myself I might as well mingle and get to know a few people. Hell, what could it hurt? Seconds after walking into the function, I heard, “Hey Kandace.”
    Some random chick had called my name. I turned around to see who it could possibly be. I saw a girl from across the room throwing her hands up and waving for me to come over. “Come join us, please.”
    I wanted to know how the fuck she knew my name. Those “southern belles” always seemed to wear a nametag to identify one another. Shit, I was from Virginia. We didn’t wear nametags unless we were ten toes up. I saw right then I was going to have to get used to that shit.
    I walked through the crowd and finally approached the group of girls. Wasting no time, I got straight to the point. “Clearly you already know my name, so what’s yours?” I saw her nametag but that didn’t prevent me from asking.
    I guess the bitch didn’t like how I asked her because she gave me a raised eyebrow and said, “My name is Gina. Gina McCoy.”
     
    Once she said that I realized exactly who she was. Her family was somehow connected to the founder of the University so that bitch automatically thought she ran shit. That bitch was definitely in the category of stuck up bitches. With her eyebrow still raised and a little attitude in her tone she asked, “Did you hear about my friend Caine being on campus?”
    Maybe it was the way the bitch said it, however, I took it as a threat not to fuck with him. I couldn’t even mind my own fucking business without bitches trying to get me to have a nigga moment. Taking a breath, I told her, “Yeah I heard about him being here. He’s just another nigga so I don’t understand why all these girls are going crazy over him.” There was a moment of silence from Gina and all her little sadiddy bitches.
    “Well, in case if you didn’t know Kandace,” she said with an attitude on a trillion and rolling her eyes. “It’s a very big deal to me that he is on this campus.” That broad tried to give me all types of shade so I was going to deliver it right back to her ass, Next Day Air.
    “That nigga is not paying my tuition. So like I said, ummm,” reading her name tag that time, “Gina McCoy it’s not such a big deal to me.” Gina took a sip of her drink and said, “Look Kandace, maybe we got off on the wrong foot.” She paused taking another sip of whatever was in her cup.
     
    “Yeah maybe we…” The bitch cut me off by saying, “My whole point in calling you over here is to let you know I’m not trying to be your friend.” She had her index finger up showing off her freshly painted manicure accommodated with a diamond cluster ring to match.