SHARIECE
I had to pull off on the side of the road and throw up the pancakes and eggs I’d had for breakfast five hours earlier. “How in the hell could I have been so stupid?” I said to myself, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. This is what I get for letting my pussy do the talking. I lose not only everything I have worked my ass off for, but will lose Emjay. If I decide to fuck Deandre, and Emjay finds out, he’ll never forgive me. But I don’t see where I have a choice. It’s either fuck him, or lose everything. Damn, Deandre Knowles of all people. The thought of doing anything with him makes me sick to my stomach. This keeps getting worse by the day. I wish Leandra was here right now. Had it been her, she would have told Deandre to go to hell and kiss her ass on the way down. I miss my best friend, and if I could lay my hands on her to make her forget that night, I would if I thought it would do any good. I miss being able to talk to Leandra about anything: men, politics, religion, menstrual cycles. Everything that has happened is my fault. Leandra and I still would have a friendship if I hadn’t slept with Emjay. I know that I have to make this right no matter the outcome. I don’t trust Deandre as far as I can throw his ass. I knew there was something strange about him the day he walked into class. Most men undress you with their eyes, but the way he looked at me. I felt like he was practically ripping my clothes off. He sits in the back of the class, looking at me with those creepy-ass eyes skinning and grinning at me with those nasty gold teeth in his mouth. Deandre never asks any questions, so it’s easier to ignore him. Being looked at like I’m a piece of meat by these college boys was something I was used to. Hell, they’re really no different from the losers that try to hit on me at Grown Folks night at Blue Moon. My tits get more attention than me. I’m like, excuse me, my eyes are up here.
A few weeks ago, Deandre came by my office claiming that he wanted to run some ideas by me about a short story he was working on. With him, I made sure that I kept the door open. There had never been a man who made my skin crawl more than him. Like I said, creepy as hell. Wanting to talk about ideas for a short story was only an excuse he used to get me alone when he wanted to stick that big, ugly nose of his in my personal life.
“What do you like to do when you’re not teaching?” “Do you ever go out to the club?” “What types of men do you go out with?” He sat there pulling at his dick through his shorts the entire time. At one point I thought he was going to take his dick out. I’m pretty sure he wanted to with his nasty ass.
“Well, if there aren’t any more questions related to classwork, Mr. Knowles, I really need to prepare for my next class.” I didn’t really have a class, but simply used that as a reason to get him out of my office.
“I see how you be teasing dudes in class.”
“Excuse me?”
“You think I don’t notice how you look at me?”
It was clear that Deandre had me fucked up.
“Mr. Knowles, I’m your teacher and you’re my student. You need to know right here and now that there will be no improper conduct going on. This is strictly a teacher/student relationship. Am I making myself clear?”
I could look at him and tell he was pissed if not embarrassed. I guess he expected me to drop to my knees and suck his little-ass dick. He hauled up, threw his backpack over his shoulder and walked out. “Stuck up-ass ho,” I heard him whisper under his shit-stank breath. And then I heard him say something about my pussy and cobwebs. I shut my door and locked it behind him as he shuffled his baggy shorts-wearing ass out of my office. I just let what he said roll off my back even if I wanted to hurl my paperweight at his head. If I wasn’t quick to spread my legs, then I was either stuck up, or a lesbian, anything to make themselves feel better about the fact that they got rejected. I can’t stand these men out here who think they’re God’s gift to pussy, and Deandre was no exception.
I hoped that Deandre would be too embarrassed to return to class, but he showed up Wednesday afternoon with his tail tucked between those baseball bats he calls legs; my talk with him didn’t slow him down. He sat in the back and continued gawking at me like I was a baby back rib. And now here I was being blackmailed by the one person who I wished would disappear off the face of the earth.