Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Cristiana woke up to her younger brother Tristan shaking her. Wake up Crissy. Tristan said. Yeah, yeah. What is it? Cristiana asked groggily. What happened last night? Tristan asked, With a look of concern on his face. Cristiana gave Tristan the PG version of events. Wait, you mean your not a virgin any more? Ouuu! Mom is going to kill you. Tristan said, aggravating Cristiana as only he could do. Shut up Tristan. She's not going to kill me because she's not going to find out. Cristiana warned, giving Tristan a stern look. I was only kidding Crissy, lighting up. Tristan said, while laying back on her bed. So who is he? Some math geek? Tristan asked with a chuckle. No, it's Derick Joy. She answered with annoyance. You mean the basketball starter Derick Joy? Tristan asked, while sitting up in disbelief. Yeah, that one. Now get off of my bed. Cristiana said, waving him off the bed. Crissy, no. He yelled, as he stood up. Derick is known as a big player around campus, turning every girl out that's willing. I won't let that happen to you! Dad told me to protect you. Tristan ranted. Cristiana giggled inside at how protective her younger brother became. Listen Trist, I have it under control and I promise I'm not being turned out. If anything ever happens that I don't like I will call you like I did last night. Cristiana said in her most sincerest tone. Tristan took a deep breath and said I just don't want some one like him to ruin your reputation, your a good girl Crissy. I got it, she assured him. Cristiana looked at the clock it was 9:47am and she had a 10:30 class. Now get out of my room I have to get dressed, She said while jumping out of the bed in a panic and running into her walk in closet. She slipped on a Victoria secret pink yoga outfit. Her hair was still curly, only now more puffy and dry looking, but she didn't have time to freshen it up, so it would have to do, she thought. Tristan said he was out of food and wanted to cook something to eat before he left. Even though they received the same amount of money each month from their parents Tristan seemed to never have food at his condo. That's cool, lock up when you leave. Cristiana said as she dashed out of the door. She jumped into her 2016 black BMW x3, paid for by her Dad, to drive the 5 miles to Memphis State's campus. Cristiana was at a red light, with 10 minutes before her class started and 3 minutes before she arrived. I'm going to make it on time she thought, as she checked her freshly applied lip gloss in her rearview mirror, when something jolted her forward. It took and a few seconds before she realized she was rear ended. FUCK! She yelled. Cristiana unbuckled her seat belt and proceeded out of the jeep to assess the damage. A tall slender guy who reminded Cristiana of soilja boy by his looks and tattoos on his neck and arms made eye contact with her, as she walked to the back of her jeep. Are you Ok? The tall stranger asked. Yes, I am fine. Cristiana snapped, as she rubbed her dented bumper. His white old school bubble chevy was only wearing black paint on the front, and had no other damage. I'm sorry. The stranger said, as he bent down beside her to look at her damaged bumper.