Page 15 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

“Hello?” Her voice came through, she sounded shaken up.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I know it’s late, and you have company but I umm?—”

“Company don’t matter, Destiny. What’s up?” Archer cut her off forgetting all about how she didn’t like to be cut off mid sentence.

Right now he didn’t care, he heard the urgency in her voice and wanted to help her.

“I do matter, I just drove all the way from campus to be here and?—”

“Shut the fuck up!” He cut Latosha off then pointed to the door.

She ignored him and stood still, flopping down on the couch to listen to their conversation.

“I had another leg spasm… In the shower this time, it’s worse than usual. I ended up falling again, and I don’t want to call my parents and get my dad all worked up. He will start saying how I need someone there with me and all the extras that come with his reasons of concern.”

“Are you hurt real bad?” He asked.

“No bleeding, just can’t really stand back up right now. My arms feel weak, and my knees are locked.” She said with a small breathless laugh.

Archer could tell that she found a little humor in her situation but also felt embarrassed.

“I know I sound crazy?—”

“You don’t, I’m on the way.”

“Archer, you don’t have to?—”

“I am.”

He hung up, already pulling his clothes back on. His movements sharp and exact, he forgot that fast about Latosha sitting there looking stunned and pissed off.

“So that’s the fuck it? You really about to leave when I just got here…for her?” She snapped.

He pulled his hoodie over his head then snatched his keys with an unreadable face.

“Yeah.” He said coolly, walking towards the door.

“The fuck you still sitting down for? Grab your purse and go, I’m already at the door.”

“Are you serious?” Latosha’s mouth hung open.

Archer saw the look of hurt cross her face and decided to be nice instead of rude to her. Latosha had high hopes of getting another taste of Archer’s dick. To have that taste snatched away by a girl in a wheelchair was a hit to her already cocky persona.

“Look, my friend needs me. I’m not putting her off just to get my dick wet. All these questions and shit is a turn off right now. Get your shit and go, we can pick this up another day.”

SEVEN

Destiny

Destiny sat on the floor wrapped in her towel, her heart thudded faster than her legs could. With her back pressed against the wall, knees drawn up awkwardly, she sighed nervously. Guilt crawled up her spine like a slow trickle of cold water.

It’s not even that bad, I could’ve gotten up…She knew this when it happened. Her knees had locked for a minute but her pain eased after a few stretches. She could have made it to her chair, dried off from her shower, then got in bed. Her joints still ached from the earlier spasm, yet again, Destiny knew that she could have powered through it all. She wasn’t in danger, nor bleeding, Destiny just wanted Archer.

When Archer texted her about having company, something inside of her cracked. She didn’t need context, she wasn’t stupid about what Archer meant by‘Company’.It made her burn on the inside, but not from anger or judgement. She felt that familiar low ache in her chest that had been growing stronger since the night he took her out on a late-night drive. It was the same ache from when he told her she was pretty.

She pressed the palm of her hand to her chest then shut her eyes.God, what is this? Why am I acting out of character?Her hormones had been raging, like her body suddenly realized that it wasn’t just sick, stiff or broken. Her body was hungry for something real. Something and someone as hot as Archer is what her body craved.

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