to go study for an exam. I love you.â
âI love you, too, and good luck on your exam. Goodbye.â
The music continued to blast, making the door tremble to the beat. When Venice opened the door, the hallway was filled with zoids dancing their asses off to the latest jams. It looked like one big party. She needed a break and she wanted in. Venice saw Chanelle and Monique shakinâ their butts to the rhythm, motioning for her to join them. She danced her way through the crowd of women and showed her new dorm mates what she could do. It had been a while since sheâd partied and it felt good. Someone hollered out, âParty over here!â And the gang of women repeated it in unison. They were partying so hard that Venice almost didnât realize the time. She pulled her partners to the side and told them she had an exam the next day.
âGirl, I canât study and party at the same time! Iâm going down to the lounge to study! If I finish early, Iâll be back to hang with you freaks!â Venice shouted over the music.
Monique shouted back, âWhatever, girl! See ya!â
Venice gathered her books from the room and left for the lounge on the first floor. Her mind wandered to Craig and then to Jarvis. They hadnât had much time to talk since Jarvis was so busy with football and classes. She talked to Craig also every night. They met occasionally in the courtyard between classes on Mondays and sometimes grabbed a quick lunch but were not able to see each other much during the week. Craig was deep into his co-op studies, which required a lot of his time. He was required to spend three days a week at an architectural firm about two hours away. He stayed there during the week and came home on Fridays. He had a demanding schedule, but he promised to set aside some quality time for them soon. Venice couldnât wait!
Venice still had time to hang out with her girls though. She was getting a little curious about why she hadnât been invited over to Craigâs house to meet his sister that sheâd heard so much about. She figured heâd invite her over eventually. Either that or he was hidingsomething from her. After all, sheâd been hanging with him for about a month and heâd never mentioned it.
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Chanelle and Monique decided to get some air from all the steamy dancing theyâd been doing. They walked across the campus, sharing their experiences during the past weeks on campus. Monique went on and on about all the guys bugging her for her phone number.
Chanelle laughed. âThe only people probably calling you are some jheri-curl wearing fools. Girl, I hope you havenât already given it up to any of those no good, dope dealer wannabees.â
âNo, I havenât, but I bet youâve given it up to that cute dude in your English class!â
Chanelle got defensive. âWeâre just friends. Besides, my boyfriendâs going to college in Atlanta.â
âYou must be a fool to think heâs down there being faithful. Heâs probably knocking boots with anything wearing a skirt. A man canât help himself. Theyâre all dogs! All they think about is how theyâre going to get into the next girlâs panties.â
âYouâre crazy! My man loves me, girl!â
âWhatever, but youâll see. You better enjoy yourself while you can.â
Chanelle grew frustrated. âMonique, letâs go. I need to check my messages.â
âChanelle, do you think Venice and Craig have got it on yet?â
âI donât think so. Sheâs not talking about him a lot since heâs out of town so much.â
âI know. Sheâs throwing herself in the books. She says they talk just about every night on the phone, but heâs real busy.â
Monique smiled. âYeah, but her ex still calls her a lot, too. I think Venice mentioned something about getting with Craig this weekend. Heâs pretty