"It's high time Dad got me a car," Brenda thought, as she hastened her steps towards the bus station.
Brenda had a quiz in Economics but she had woken up late yet again. That seems to be her new found superpower ever since she came back from the summer break.
With the bus about leaving, she had to start running while waving for them to wait for her.
On getting inside the bus, she heaved a sigh of relief. She looked around hoping to find a vacant seat but she was out of luck.
"Arrgh," she groaned. Now she has to stand throughout the whole ride to school.
As if she wasn't in enough predicament already, the bus came to a screeching halt, throwing her off balance. Just then, Alfredo strode into the bus like he owned the whole world.
Brenda grit her teeth in silent aggravation. "Alfredo Mackenzie and his crew are at it again," she thought, rolling her eyes.
He walked down until he settled himself behind her since there was no other place to stay— the bus was unusually full today. Kiren had offered her seat to Alfredo but he declined.
Ill-prepared for the quiz, Brenda tried to skim through her notes. Flipping through the pages of the book, she was always distracted by the incessant giggling coming from Kiren along with the hushed whispers coming from Alfredo Mackenzie. These two made it impossible to concentrate on the material that will surely be on their quiz minutes from now.
Sometimes she wonders how they pass any of their classes. She snickers at the thought and shakes her head.
Brenda believes that Kiren passes all her classes by sucking the dicks of all their lecturers. Rumours had it that she was blackmailing a good number of them after making videos of them fucking.
And as for Alfredo, "Well, I know exactly how he's passing," she thought. "He's the captain of the Bulldogs Basketball team at Jack Moore University. I doubt that he does any of the required class work because coming to class is just a show."
Alfredo Mackenzie is an eye candy for the ladies of JMU to fawn over. Well all the ladies but not Brenda. If there was any stronger word than 'hate', that was what she felt towards him.
"Wait a minute," Brenda thought. "Is he actually rubbing his shaft on my ass?"
Brenda could feel the length of Alfredo's dick pressed against her butt. She could have sworn that he was doing it on purpose. In order to avoid speaking to him, she shifted a bit further.
Brenda has Economics every Tuesdays and Thursdays at ten o'clock in the morning at Philly Hall, which is the business building on campus. Last year, Alfredo had decided to take Economics to boost his CGPA and it takes Brenda an extra-large sweetened coffee to get through this class without coming unhinged and losing her shit on him and his numerous admirers.
Brenda was always strategic about keeping her distance from Alfredo and his crew. In class, she sits at the other side of the room where she can't be distracted by the deep timbre of his voice.
However, he's always up in her face. Somehow, he always ends up right behind her. Just like this very minute, rubbing his dick against her ass every time the driver hits on brakes or drives into potholes. She could swear he does it on purpose.
"Other than to mess with me, I have no idea why he would bother," she thought, irritated by his actions and at the same time flustered by his dick size.
Jack Moore University is a private university where basketball is revered. At this college, basketball is in a league of its own against other dope sports like football, hockey, and golf. Every year, there are a handful of players that end up drafted to the NBA. That alone makes JMU a top college in the nation for developing basketball talent. So, it goes without saying that the basketball players are treated like royalty.
It's annoying, but you get used to it after a while. Or, like Brenda, you simply ignore it.
She doesn't understand the frenzy that comes with these sports. Nor does she understand why every girl wants to sleep with as many guys on the team— idiots, that's what she calls them.
During one of her conversations with Tamara, her best friend, Brenda said, "I enjoy being STD-free, Thank you. And let's keep it real Tee, they're not exactly solving world hunger, curing cancer, or solving global warming, and so, shouldn't be treated like gods."
Alfredo Mackenzie was probably the most talented and talked-about player on the team. Even when he was still in high school, he was already on the NBA radar. He made a name for himself playing juniors before joining JMU. The gossip around campus is that he's already under a contract for an NBA team.
Brenda doesn't seem to care about all these. As far as she's concerned, she tries not to pay attention to the constant chatter that circulates where Alfredo is concerned, but it's impossible to ignore. Being at JMU, you're inundated with all types of information whether you want it or not.
Normally, Brenda would tune Alfredo and his side chicks out, but it's not working today. She woke up late and didn't have time to stop for her usual cup of coffee. So, she's cranky and out of sorts. And here he is right behind her— feeling her up.
She tried to adjust a few times but he just happens to find himself right behind her each fucking time. When she couldn't stand another moment of harassment, she spun around and gave Alfredo a perfectly practiced death stare. It's not even difficult for Brenda because she can't look at him without her face squeezing into that irritated expression. This guy has always been on her nerves from day one.
Their eyes collide, and Alfredo's brows arch slightly before a knowing smirk spreads across his face.
He mouths one phrase, "You want some?"
Brenda huffed. "So he's doing it on purpose," she thought.
Alfredo's eyes sparkle with mischief as he deliberately licks the edges of his lips with his tongue.
"In your dreams," Brenda mouths back and whips around again to face the front giving him more distance this time. Her teeth are clenched so tightly that they're in imminent danger of scattering and hurting her.
This is exactly what Alfredo Mackenzie does to her.