Page 62 of Beyond The Stars

Imagine her surprise when Ms. Aaliyah told her she had a refund check with her name on it for the tuition she’d already paid and a letter of refusal.

“I have been trying to get in touch with you, but the number on file is no longer in service.”

“Okay, what’s up Ms. Rucker?” Siasia was confused by the look on the financial aid’s face.

Rucker directed her through the doors to her office that was small but perfect for her. “Have a seat, Siasia.”

“Um, you’re scaring me. What happened?” Siasia’s leg bounced and she heard her heart beating in her ears.

“I don’t know how to say this but?—”

“Just say it.”

“Siasia, your admission has been denied.”

“For what?!” Siasia jumped up with rage. “I haven’t done anything.”

“I know.” She stood to try to get Siasia to sit back down a lower her voice. “I know but Mr. Bolden has denied you admission indefinitely.”

The memory felt like a sick dream as she replayed in her head over and over. Each time, seeing more red. Now, she was out for blood. Zack wasn’t trying to hear anything his team captain said. No matter how much he wanted to stay on Brenden’s good side, he wasn’t going to let a man hit on a woman. That was too close to home for Zack’s liking.

“Just chill, bro.”

“Oh, you trying to be nice, hoping to get some of that sweet pink between her legs?” Brenden continued his mocking.

Siasia was furious at being so vulnerable to him. Like he was a king and she was nothing but a peasant begging for scraps. Her nostrils flared with fury, heat and rage coating her skin—burning her from the inside out.

“But why?” she croaked, her anger turning into pain. “What did I do to you?”

“You denied me, don’t you remember?” The sight of her cracking and tears briming her slanted eyes did nothing to make Brenden feel bad. His feelings were quite the opposite.

Brenden’s chest pushed out and his head rose to the sky. “There’s only one way you can fix this, baby.” He tsked.

Desperate and broken she looked at him, her eyes asking what she needed to do because Siasia really wanted to be the best photographer in the world and didn’t feel she could do that without school and the connections that came with it.

Brenden licked his thin, pink lips. His devilish blue eyes turned to slits as his hands panned out to his team. “Seeing that I am the captain of this team it’s only right that I treat my boys to some of the finest pussy in the city.”

Siasia fell to the floor unable to stand any longer. Feeling lower than she ever felt, she looked up at him. Then. she swung her eyes around the room. taking in their smirks and grins. Some of the boys were even rubbing their dicks through their athletic clothes. She went to speak but was cut off by his voice. The voice connected to the eyes that told her he had all the answers.

“Get up!” Qamar’s voice boomed through the room.

Lynn Beach was a huge campus with a lot of high price donors, so the athletic building was big enough for each sport to have their own workout rooms. It didn’t take him long to track her exact location.

Slowly and seeing red, Qamar stepped closer to Siasia while his teammates followed behind him. “Get up, mama.” His voice calm and low while his hand stretched to hers to lift her up.

“Oh, y’all want some of her too?” Brenden smirked. “I guess I could be a good host and let you get the leftovers.”

As the words left his mouth, his head hit the floor, bouncing like a ball.

“Qamar!” Siasia snapped too, trying to grab him away from Brenden knowing what the consequences were. “Stop!” she screamed.

Qamar let loose on Brenden before looking around and free picking another one of the baseball players.

“Help me!” She looked at the soccer players who’d barged in with Qamar. “Don’t let him do this,” she continued to yell, trying her hardest to get Qamar off his third victim.

It was no use because he was in hell, doing the devil’s bidding.

Before she knew what was happening, there was a full-on brawl happening with Brenden still laid out on the floor barely moving. The gym echoed with chaos as the sounds of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor and the thud of bodies colliding filled the air. Qamar’s heart raced, fueled by adrenaline and a fierce protectiveness that surged through him like wildfire. He had always been the calm one, but seeing Brenden sprawled on the ground, knocked out cold, ignited a fire within him that he couldn’t contain.

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