Page 7 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

“If it’s not too much for you, you don’t have to show me…you can tell me. I don’t know anyone here, so I figured if I’m going to keep exploring inside and the outside of campus…I should know where all the good food is.” She chuckled nervously.

There was a long uncomfortable pause. Seconds later, Archer turned around and looked at Destiny. He didn’t smile back at her or soften his face.I don’t know anyone here…Her soft-spoken words replayed in his mind. He gazed around the food court, and within seconds, he figured out that people were probably dick heads towards her because of her disability.

“Come on.” He stated flatly.

The way he said the two simple words hit Destiny’s chest like a second wind. He turned and walked through the door then held it open. Once Destiny rolled out of the food court, he turned and walked through the door, not waiting for a response from her. He walked at his own pace, already knowing that she’d follow.

Destiny powered her chair and wheeled behind him fast. Her legs still ached and felt locked, but her spirit sparked with something new. Hope.

FOUR

Archer

Archer didn’t know what the hell he was doing. He walked with his hands in his pockets, face blank as usual. His mind raced louder than the bass that rattled the back of his Dodge Challenger. He could hear the soft hum of Destiny’s wheelchair behind him. She wasn’t talking to him, and that was unusual. Normally, when he just glanced at a chick, he couldn’t get them to shut the hell up.

She was just there, and that was what kept messing with him. He glanced back once, just to take a quick look at her. Her copper brown coils looked like a messy halo around her head; it was frizzy, but still beautiful to him under the sunlight. Destiny had no make-up on, just blemish-free skin and full lips that she kept pressing together nervously.

He noticed in the food court the curve of her cheeks. When she talked, her dimples sunk in deep, which made her attractive as hell. He could see the thickness of her frame through the oversized tee. She didn’t try to look perfect — to him, Destiny wasn’t trying at all. She was simply just being herself.

He never messed with a big girl before; it wasn’t because he was against it. He never came across one like Destiny, therewas something about her that felt magnetic. Archer felt a pull instantly when he scooped her into his arms. When he walked in the food court and spotted her on the floor next to her wheelchair, his legs moved without permission. He glanced back at her again, this time, their eyes locked. Destiny offered him a nervous smile; she tucked some of her hair behind her ear then looked away.

Destiny didn’t even realize that her hair was a mess. The top half of her ponytail was loose, and she still looked naturally pretty as hell.

To Archer, she looked like something warm that he could get lost in without even trying. She smelled good, and her body was soft and fluffy. Archer wanted to touch her again.

By the time they reached the student lot, Destiny finally spoke.

“One second.” She called out to Archer just as he spotted his matte black Challenger parked under a tree.

Archer stopped and turned around to face her.

“I want to put the food places in my phone notes. I can have my driver take me.” She stated nervously.

Destiny didn’t understand why Archer was taking her to a parking lot. She expected them to go outside of the food court and he’d converse with her then give her a run-down of all the food places nearby that were good. She wanted to do more on and outside of campus.

“I’m going to show you different food places in my car then take you to a nice spot where you can lounge at other than the food court. I can take you home afterwards or you can call your driver after my tour.” Archer said as he nodded his head for her to follow.

Secretly, he was happy Destiny stopped him. Now he was intrigued and wanted to get to know her. He got so wrapped up with Destiny, he forgot all about Latosha. She sat on hispassenger side with one leg out the window. Her bright red lace front wig was slayed to perfection. She was pumped to get another round in with Archer’s fine ass.

Latosha had on coochie cutter shorts and a white tube top that practically showed all of her cleavage. Her chocolate complexion was flawless. Latosha knew she was the shit; all the men on campus chased after her, but not Archer. He treated her like the slut she was known to be.

She perked up soon as she saw him.

“There you go, you got me melting in this sun. Could have at least turned on the?—”

“Get out.” Archer said flatly, already reaching for the driver’s door.

Latosha blinked like she’d heard him wrong.

“Huh?”

“Huh?” Archer mocked her annoyingly high-pitched voice. He cocked his head to the side and gave her an icy glare.

“I said get the fuck out, I got other shit to do.” He started up his car and turned on the AC for Destiny. He stepped back out of his car then walked around to stand in front of Latosha.

Latosha’s eyes narrowed as she looked over at Destiny who had an uncomfortable look on her face.

“Oh, so you ditching me for little miss Hot wheels?” She giggled shamelessly.

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