Autumn Chic Lit: Cafe Con Leche, Chapter 4

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The frat party was a disaster; racial-slurs and fist-fighting were the highlights. Instead of romantically dancing the night away with Matt, I ended up in his bathroom an hour later, bandaging his hands.

I wore my sexy jeans and push-up bra for nothing.

“I wish Jesse would have let me go,” Matt says after a long silence. “I would have killed that guy, Dan. I never even liked him in high school.” I could feel his body getting tense again.

“And what would that have solved?” I ask, getting up from my seat on his lap and re-position myself on his bathroom counter.

“It would teach him not to talk like that. Teach him not to use racist language.” Matt says lamely, looking down at his feet.

“No, it wouldn’t. If anything it would teach him not to say it in front of you.” I say mindlessly playing with his bottle of Proactiv on the sink. “Matt, just get over it.” I'm surprised by how harsh I sound, but I don't want Matt to dwell on the actions of a complete idiot.

“Get over it? Jolisa, that guy called you the N word, right in front of me and you expect me to just get over it?” He stands up agitatedly, his voice is frayed with frustration, but he still manages to speaks softly as to not let it carry out of the closed restroom door.

“Yes!” I look into his eyes. “Get over it. I’m black. People have called me that to my face and behind my back, I’m sure. But I can’t go around fighting everyone who does. What good is that going to do?” I throw my hands up and look away from him.

“How can you say that, Jo? So you’ll just let people call you whatever they want?”

“Of course not. But what good is fighting going to do? Just make me look just as ignorant as they do.”

“So I looked ignorant?” Matt says, getting defensive.

“Yes! And if I would have done it, I would have look even worse. Like the stereotypical ‘angry black woman.’” I stand up in front of him. “Just get over. Don’t you see the stares? Hear the whispers when we walk into a room or restaurant together? People don’t like us being together. This is the south, Matt.” I pound my hand on the counter.

“So, I’m supposed to just accept that because it’s the south, people can be rude and disrespectful and get away with it? That’s bullshit, Jolisa, and you know it. Regardless of where you are, people shouldn’t think like that. Just because of the color of your skin, they can’t treat you any differently.” .

“Oh, look at you,” I say in a mocking tone. “Mr. Civil Rights, huh? You think you can take on everyone who doesn’t believe that same way you do? People have been fighting this battle for centuries.”

“Don’t mock me, Jo. I was looking out for you, okay?” .

“I don’t need you to look out for me, okay?!” I say, almost shouting. “I’ve been looking out for myself for 21 years, JUST FINE!” I yell. “Don’t try to fight my battles, Matt. Why do you even care? Nobody-“ I can’t finish my sentence. Matt has pinned me against his bathroom wall, his lips on my lips. One hand is on the small of my back pulling me closer to him while the other rested on his bathroom wall.

I don’t resist, I prefer his lips touching mine rather than yelling. My body fells warm and calm again.

Matt pulls his lips away from mine. Our bodies still touching. Our chests still rising and falling quickly with excited breaths, but now for a different reason.

“I care because it’s not right.” He sighs deeply. “I care because you’re my girlfriend, Jolisa…right?” Matt says softly looking into my eyes. His face is calm and inquisitive. I nod. He leans in again and kisses me, deeply. His mouth is warm and sweet. I wrap my arms around his back to keep from falling into a thousand pieces.

He has me. I’ve fallen and I can’t stop kissing him.

I let him pick me up and put me on the countertop. My legs wrap around his waist uncontrollably as he continues to kiss me and rub my back.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Matt and I quickly tear away from each other. He quickly moves and leans against the sink on the side of me pretending to inspect a minor cut on his forehead in the mirror. I quickly grab a bottle of peroxide and begin to open it as Jesse, Shawnie’s boyfriend and Matt’s only suitemate, opens the bathroom door.

“Oh, sorry Jo. I just dropped Shawnie off in your suite. Matt, dude, you okay, man?” Jesse turns his attention to Matt.

“I’m cool, man. I just split a couple of knuckles on that’s asshole’s face.” He says awkwardly while waving his bandaged hand. I turn to him just in time to see him mouthing “get out” to Jesse in the mirror. I look back at Jesse, who looks from Matt to me.

“Oooo-kay,” He says backing out pulling the door closed. “I’m going to spend the night in Shawnie’s room. Later, y’all.” He closes the door.

I turn and give Matt a suspicious look.

“What?” He says smiling, knowing I caught him. “He interrupted us.” He inches his way back in front of me and kisses my cheek.

“Ummhm.” I don’t buy his response. “Don’t even try it.” I push him away playfully and jump off the counter. “Was this your plan all along?” I ask opening the bathroom door. He follows. “Get me all alone in you’re suite, feeling sorry for you?” I open the door to his room. “Is that why you dropped the “G” word. Are you playing games, Mr. Parker?” I ask, sliding onto his bed and smiling slightly so he can know I’m joking.

He laughs. “Oh the “G” word, huh?” He leans in close placing his hands on either side of my thighs. “Is that what works for you?” He kisses my forehead.

“You know, I could make you really happy, Jo, if that’s the case.” He kisses my my ear. “I’m serious about this girlfriend thing. Give me a chance, I promise you won’t regret it.” He whispers in my ear and lingers waiting for my response.

“Okay,” is all I can manage to say. I suddenly know what guys mean when they say all the blood left their brain.

“Alright, so it’s official.” He says before kissing my neck twice on each side.

He kisses my lips again and then plops down onto the bed beside me.

Matt smiles and pulls my legs into his lap, rolls up my pant legs and begins unzipping my boats.

I don’t say anything, I can only sigh. I haven’t had a boyfriend since I graduated from high school. Since I’d been at Polk University, I had successfully avoided every advance that was thrown at me, until now. My soul was screaming for his companionship, my mind screaming for his attention, and after three years of nothing in the love department my body was just screaming, for something, anything.

Nothing happens that night but a great foot-rub and good conversation, but somehow the beast inside me is coaxed back to sleep with the assurance that Matt will be more than enough to tame it when the time is right.

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