#Romance #Urban. [18+] MATURE CONTENT.
Harlem's life changes when she's given a fully funded scholarship into one of the most prestigious universities of New York. She's going to experience the campus life and will come across rough paths that would...
The class was a great one. We were done by nine, for breakfast. Students packed their things and began leaving class.
I picked my laptop and books and arranged them into my old bag. The so called Lucas stood up to leave but then stopped and looked down at me. I looked up at him.
"Any problem??"
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"Not really. And oh, thanks for saying I'm beautiful."
I frowned and raised a brow.
"Huh?"
He stared at me. Though he didn't smile, I saw amusement lingering in his eyes.
"I take it as a compliment. But I'm not gay, Harlem." he hung his schoolbag and went down the stairs until he left the lecture room.
People were just so strange. Like the hell? Tell a guy up in my hood that he's beautiful, he'll take it as an insult and skin you alive. I just hated the people with whom I had to live with and study with now. For three good years.
* We all went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
I looked for a table where I'd be alone. And of course I found one at a corner. I sat down and began to eat. I looked at the other students walk by. They stared back, but with looks that clearly said: 'she's not of our world or class or whatever'. Boy, I didn't give a damn.
I continued to enjoy my meal when I noticed that same kid. The Lucas boy. He walked by with his tray of food, two of his friends with him. I hoped for him not to see me because he'd probably want to come over and sit with me. I knew people like him. Just because he spoke to me once, he'd probably think we could be friends. No.
Luckily, he passed by without seeing me.
Minutes later, a black girl walked up to my table.
"Can I joined you?" she asked. I looked at her. She was simple. She had jeans on, a pullover and sneakers.
"Yeah."
"Thanks." she sat down across me, "Are you an outcast like me?" she mused. I looked up.
"Yeah. Apparently. You're from? I'm from Brownsville."
"From Harlem. I'm Dani. On scholarship. You are?"
"Harlem."
"Huh?"
I laughed a little.
"My name's Harlem."
She laughed.
"Wow. Nice to meet you. Your name's unexpected."
"Hahahaha, thanks. You're a freshman too?"
"Nope hun. This is my last year."
I looked at her surprised.
"Wow. And you're still down to Earth?"
"Yup. It's easy to survive in this rich world. Just stick to who you really are."
