At first I was nervous about leaving my mom’s alone back in VA but I knew if I stayed in Tappahannock I would have been sucked into the streets and wouldn’t be able to work on my music like I wanted to. Walking back to my dorm from my music class I notice that CAU had so many pretty girls of all races, shapes, and sizes and I loved it.
One girl caught my eye; she was taking pictures of the campus on this beautiful September day. When she looked from her camera we make eye contact and she smiled sweetly. She was about 5’ 5’’, long hair, thick, and flawless skin. Part of me wanted to go over to her but the shyness completely took over so I kept walking toward my dorm.
Going to CAU has been my dream since 6th grade and I was finally here. I was taking a walk around the campus and started to take some pictures of the campus. The scenery was so much better than the Eastside of Atlanta. Growing up in Atlanta was no walk in the park; females my age were either high school dropouts or on their second child. I knew I didn’t want to be some drug dealer’s baby’s mama but an ambitious guy’s wife.
As I was cleaning off the lens of my camera I notice this tall light skinned guy looking my way. He was beautiful and I smiled at his sight. I can tell he had tattoos all over his arms and chest, it was too many to count a one glance but I was able to make out “Symphonic Love” tatted across his chest under the V-neck he was wearing. He had full pink lips and freckles across his face which was a weird turn on. He walked toward the male dorms and I continued to snap pictures for my portfolio
-Two Days Later-
“Seen any shawtys you like yet homie,” asked Trey. Trey was my roommate who also repped VA but lived in ATL for about 8 years. “Yeah, I seen one girl, she seems to be a photographer,” I said reminiscing about her gorgeous face and amazing body. I guess my thoughts showed on my face so he asked, “What she look like? Do she got ass?” with the dumbest smile I’ve ever seen, I couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s pretty,” I said looking at my tats on my arm. “Fine don’t tell me about the ass but why don’t you come out to Open Mic tonight?” asked Trey as he figured out which hat he should wear to Open Mic. “That sounds like a plan to me,” I said as I put my shirt and snapback on.
Open Mic was getting ready to start and it seem like damn near the whole school came out. It was the first Open Mic of the semester and was accepting anyone who wanted to show off their talent. I looked toward the entrance and saw Trey, the ladies’ man walk in and then there he was looking just as good as I first saw him even better. They walked toward me and Trey spoke, “Hey Liyah, haven’t seen you in a while,” Trey said as giving me a hug. “Hey Trey, I been around,” I said with a half-smile. “This is my roommate Chris, he’s from VA.” So Chris is his name, “Hello I’m Liyah,” I said as shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he said flashing a big smile accompanied by deep dimples. Damn he was perfect I thought to myself. After a short awkward silence Trey suggested that we find seats before they were all gone. We found a row that had enough seats for us, Trey sat in between us two and we waited for Open Mic to start.