The man who invaded my desk space

Unsure of my next steps metaphorically, I take my first steps physically into my new home for the next four years. College is supposed to be the best time of your life, but its just looking like a way bigger high school to me. I couldn’t even tell you how many seats there are in this class room I am really just trying to focus on not tripping down these damn steps. Don’t sit too close to the front but don’t sit too close to the back but then my anxiety kicks in and I end up in the last row. It’s safer back here.

“Welcome class, please everyone in the back row, move forward and fill in these front row seats. These will be your seats for the semester.”

Fuck.

I should’ve just choosen a middle seat, I would have been safe. Now I am front and center with the Professer and elbow to elbow with two other students. College is definitely a bit of a challenge to my anxiety levels but the stuff we are learning is definitely worth actually being here.  Whats funny is my mom would get truancy charges if I didn’t show up to that bullshit high school. They should require this and it should be free. The Professor starts showing things involving the cinematic history involving all races. This class was interesting enough for me to stay awake for the most part. It was hard once he turned the lights off in this movie theater type classroom and the Professor puts a movie on from the 70s. I get a rub on my elbow and I instantly get annoyed because why the fuck is somebody’s elbow actually on my desk. I mean I was exagerrating a bit when I said elbow to elbow with two students, I mean we are close as hell but not that close. I look over and all irritation leaves my body.

A chocolate man with long beautiful dreadlocks is sitting next to me. His elbow is strong, connected to even stronger arms which I’m tempted to just grab but I control myself. He looks at me with such grace…

“Hi”

“Hi”

“Bas”

“Sezana”

“Does your name mean something?”

Who is this man? Nobody asks that. Everybody’s next question is usually ‘where are you from?’

“Well my full name is Nekosezana and that means Princess in African”

“Damn that’s beautiful, nice to meet you Nekosezana”

“Everybody calls me Sezana” I respond quickly

“ Well I’m not everybody” he says looking at me as he licks his perfectly sized full ass lips. I was intriqued by this chocolate scholar, and his elbows could invade my desk space any day!