Page 8 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

Destiny froze then swallowed down hard. Her fingers flexed on her chair controls. She wasn’t a push over and could stand up for herself. She was about to say something but before she could speak, Archer turned toward Latosha.

“If she little miss hot wheels, you little miss hot pocket pussy. Don’t talk about my friend…” Archer frowned.

“Don’t even look at her, get the fuck out so I can help her inside.” He added.

Latosha’s neck snapped back like he slapped her. Destiny saw a big confrontation about to happen and decided to try and bow out gracefully.

“It’s okay, I can just call my driver. Thank you for everything?—”

“It’s not okay.” Archer cut her off without even looking Destiny’s way.

“You can’t let evil sex-crazed bitches get to you.” His voice was low, filled with irritation.

“I just told you that I had other plans, Latosha. You not one of those plans.” He smirked evilly.

Latosha huffed then got out of the passenger seat. She yanked her purse off the car floor and rolled her eyes hard at Archer.

“Whatever, you weird as hell anyway. I was just bored today.” She said, trying her hardest to patch up her bruised ego.

“Go be bored somewhere else.” Archer muttered

Latosha shot one more glare at Destiny then Archer before she rolled her eyes and switched hard across the parking lot. Her slides smacked against the pavement with each furious step. Destiny looked at Archer cautiously, she was confused and a little shaken up from his anger and mean words towards Latosha.

“So, you’re taking me in your car?” She asked nervously.

“Yeah.”

“What’s your name?”

“Archer, yours?”

“Destiny.” She smiled.

Her deep-dish dimples had Archer smitten.

“Nice to meet you, Destiny. You riding with me… or are you calling your driver.” He smirked, finally showing her emotion on his face.

“I’m riding with you. I just don’t think you had to do all of that for me. We don’t know each other, and if she’s your girlfriend?—”

“She not my girlfriend, and I did have to do all of that.” He cut her off.

“Don’t do that.” Destiny’s mouth clamped shut soon as the words left her mouth.

“Do what?” He asked curiously.

“Cut me off when I’m speaking. It seems like you have a habit of doing that to people. I don’t like it.” Destiny looked right into his pale blue eyes.

She wanted Archer’s friendship, he was fine as hell but she wouldn’t dare let him be rude to her. Archer stared at her honey brown face in shock. He wasn’t used to any woman telling him what they liked and didn’t like. He couldn’t stop the smile that stretched his face.

“Oh, you don’t like that. What else you don’t like, Destiny?” He licked his cinnamon lips and leaned up against his car.

“There’s not much, I just think it’s rude to cut people off when they are talking.” She offered him a small smile.

“Okay, my apologies—” His words were clipped short at his own realization of what just came out of his mouth.

A damn apology.The fuck wrong with me?

“Let me help you in the car.”

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