Chapter 5

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Now here is where the party was!

Was I a little naive not knowing what the Association of Black Collegians was? Maybe. But once I found out, I knew I found my place.

I even came on time to their seven p.m. meeting in the Campus Union. Progress people, that's all I ask. I coaxed Allura to attend, even asked Twyla. Agreeably, Twyla said she would sit it out, did not think the organization was for her. Allura and I also knocked on Donnell and Richmond's door and they tagged along.

So I had my little fifth-floor crew and I was kind of shocked by the turnout at the meeting. I believe every Black student that attended Mizzou was stuffed in that meeting room that may be held two hundred. Okay, slight exaggeration, but it was packed.

To my surprise, Mr. Perfect stood up front as one of the officers of ABC. I smiled and waved at him. He gave me a head nod.

"Holy shit, I wanta fuck him," Allura said.

"Excuse me?"

"And his sister."

Well, she wasn't going to leave anyone for me? I had to discuss with my roommate that I had dibs on Mr. Perfect. She could have anyone else she wanted, the world was her buffet. The one guy I like, she also wants?

"Hey fresh."

His perfect locs were pulled back in a ponytail. He had a nose piercing that was hot and an eyebrow piercing. He wore a T-shirt and I could see tattoos on both arms. We were grabbing seats when Hottie Tottie from English class all but pushed Allura to the side to sit next to me.

"Excuse you!" Allura had a salty attitude now, and I better tread lightly.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" I asked.

"Yo, that hurt my feelings that you don't remember my name when I just met you yesterday and told you." He grabs my phone and starts typing in it. "Imma save my info in here for you, fresh."

He gave me my phone back and I looked at what he entered. King Williams with a heart next to it and his number.

"Why do you keep calling me a freshman, aren't you a freshman as well? You're in English 101."

"See, actually, "the man" made the system of these classes, when we should take it and why, but I believe in free will. My will is I take the class when I feel it calls me. It didn't call me last year, so I, a sophomore, am taking a class that I am more intellectually ready for."

Whoa! Okay, he liked to talk a lot, probably just to hear himself talk. Pretty face, I wondered what more there was to him.

"So you know all about the ABC meetings? What are they like?"

"I guess you're about to find out, fresh."

The meeting was about to start and I focused my attention on Mr. Perfect and how good he looked sitting up front. So now I knew he was hot, pretty smart, good head on his shoulder serving as RA, and now he was all about business in a leadership role. What could the boy not do?

Then Gay rushed in, stopping in front of the front table.

"Yo! I'm here, I'm here! We can get started now." She had a big smile on her face and turned to Mr. Perfect. "Aye yo, everyone, that's my big brother right there."

So Gay liked to make an entrance as well. I had to note that for later. Gay looked around, saw no empty chairs, then came over to where I sat.

"Scootch"

Scootch? Was that even a word? I slid over a bit in my chair and she sat her slim body next to me. She leaned over and smiled at King.

"Heeey!"

"What's up?" was King's reply.

"I like your locs, man."

"Yours too." King gave her the smirk. I internally groaned.

I still didn't know if I should be attracted to King or Gay, or her brother Mr. Perfect, all I knew was these feelings were all new to me.

Mr. Perfect stood and everyone seemed to quiet down. "Thank you, everyone, for attending the Association of Black Collegians meeting, I know a couple of people on my executive team wanted us to do a nice, soft intro for our first meeting, but I want to tackle things head-on. Today we will discuss, "Am I Black Enough.""

"Oh geez," Gay mumbled beside her.

"My name is Diallo Azzouzi, Vice President of ABC. Let me ask you all a simple question. Am I Black?"

"Yes, you're Black!" I screamed out in my head. Luckily not out loud this time. Why was he asking this question? To start drama? He was obviously Black, by his features, his curly afro, his wide nose, his full lips, his light but still brown skin.

Others in the room nodded in agreement that he was indeed Black.

"What if I told you I was half white, am I still Black?"

Yes, he was still Black. At this point he was beyond the one-drop rule, it did not matter if one of his parents were nonBlack.

"What if both my parents are Black, but both my parents are half-white? Am I then bi-racial as well? Am I Black enough?"

"Brother, you are Black, Black, Black," someone shouted out. 

"Aaw, see, listen to me." He walked from behind the table to stand in front of it. "Do I deny the fact that I have white grandparents? How do I explain that? How do I explain my mother is so fair-skinned, she can pass for white? Am I Black enough?"

"He loves this stuff," Gay said to her.

I was intrigued by listening to him break down the family dynamics. I myself, am Blackity-Black Black. Both my mother and father are Blackity-Black-Black. Sure, somewhere down the line I have a white ancestor or Native American or some other culture I do not know about unless I submit to 23 and Me.

"Am I Black enough if I say I'm Black, not bi-racial? Is that enough?"

"You're Black because you look Black," someone said.

"Because when other people see you, they see Black!"

"Good point," he said, with a little grin. "Am I Black, African American, or am I still Black if I'm from another country? What if I say my father is actually from Morocco, northern Africa? Am I still Black enough?"

"Man, you are thinking too much into this," someone said. "If you Black, you Black, they don't care where you're from in America. You Black."

"No, I think the point here is, he's in America now, he will be seen as African American, or in other words, he's Black. Now if you want to claim other heritages or cultures, that's you too." This was from the sweet, pretty girl sitting at the front table with him. "And especially here at Mizzou, they don't care where you're from, they see Black and we all have to stick together."

That got a lot of people talking, and I was intrigued by this topic. My little sister, Symone...I'll have to explain later while together we are Rayvn Symone...has our Blackity-Black-Black father, and the Blackity-white-white mother. So in fact, she can trace back to a full white grandmother. I have never seen her as anything other than my bratty little sister. All Black, all brat, all day.

"I don't disregard any heritages. I understand what others see when they see me. I do not let that define who I am."

So, Mr. Perfect was indeed, perfect. He was the kind of guy I wanted to call home and tell my mom about...maybe not my mother, she could care less. Step mummy Angel would love to hear all about the hottie RA.

After the meeting, my crew and I were discussing hanging out.

"Always chill at our place," Allura said.

"I'm down," King said, putting an arm around my shoulder.

Kinda forward there, buddy. I would say that I was very attracted to him, but at the same time, I did not know him, so he was just some guy, calling me fresh, that liked to talk, with gorgeous skin and gorgeous hair. Inviting him back to my room? I was not ready for that.

"I have the smoke," Gay offered.

Dang! Did this girl smoke every day?

"Yo, what's up fifth floor crew? Like the meeting?" Mr. Perfect said after he walked over to us.

"Headed back to hang out, no narcs," Donnell stated.

"Hey, I didn't narc on anyone yesterday." He looked at me and Hottie Tottie with his arm around me. "And...who's this?"

"King baby, good meeting, good meeting," King said, holding out his hand to him.

Mr. Perfect shook Hottie Tottie's hand and somehow I realized I might be in the middle of something I was not ready for. Too many hot guys to deal with.



A/N: Little by little I want to get a little bit of Rayvn's background and family story out there. How it shapes her as a young adult now and the choices she makes.

How are you all liking the story so far? If you have read my other stories, I know this is so different, but I hope it resonates with my readers.


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