Chapter One

Interruption

Bang Bang Bang.

I tried to ignore the knocking at my door, but the longer I lay there, the more persistent it became.

“Just go away,” I thought to myself, squeezing my eyes shut.

But instead of going away, the door to my bedroom swung open.

“Sicily,” my sister’s voice chimed.

I groaned. “What Kenya?”

Grinning from ear to ear she came and took a seat on my bed.

“Girl I have got something to tell you. I know you tired and all that but girl wait til you hear.”

Rolling my eyes I looked up at her. “What, Kenya?” I said again making my irritation apparent.

“Ok. Girl. I MET someone.”

I waited. I know good and well this was not what she woke me up out of my Kanye West dream for.

“And . . .”

“Girl, you don’t get it, I had an instant connection with this boy. He is so fine girl and the way he stepped to me was like whoa. I mean he was assertive and sexy and confident. You know everybody can’t step to me like that.”

I pushed up from the bed. It was apparent that she was NOT picking up on the clues that I was so over what she was going through. I love my sister, but sometimes the girl is clueless. She meets a new guy just about every other week then expects me to get excited.

I stood and looked in my closet to try and decide what I was going to wear today because obviously sleep was not on the menu for me anymore. Kenya leaned against the wall and continued to ramble.

“So what do you say?”

I blinked. Had she asked me something? Damn I gotta do better about paying attention to her.

“I’m sorry Kenya, say to what?”

“About going out with us? I told him you would go out with us and one of his boys.”

I know she didn’t just say what I think she did. “You already told him I would?”

“Kinda.” She pouted trying to be cute. “Tonight. Pleeaaase.”

“Ken no. You know Fresh Fest starts tomorrow and I have a ton of work to do with the brothers from Omega Sigma Alpha. I’m supposed to be meeting them tonight so we can confirm the rest of the initial plans and besides I don’t know this boy. Why would you just up and volunteer me?”

Kenya’s cute face slipped and she replaced it with one of exasperation that matched my own. “Damn Sissy, it’s not like I said you had to sleep with the boy. And get Bree to meet with the bruhs, she the president and it ain’t like she got a man. You always got time for your friends but never you sister. You know what, don’t worry about it just don’t ask me for nothing.”

Like I ever would. She was always trying to guilt me into some shit since we were little kids. And since we were little kids I been giving in.

“Look Ken, I will ASK Bree to meet with them, but if she can’t do it, I am going to stick to my plans. And I will do this for you THIS time, but in the future don’t volunteer me out ok. That is not cool.”

Kenya grinned and hugged me. I knew the point of what I was saying to her was lost so I didn’t even bother trying to make her understand.

“Ok Sicily. I promise. Never again. But for real, I think you may like his boy and you will be thanking me. And if not, just give me enough time to work my magic on my date and then you will never have to see his friend again.”

Damn. She walked out of the room but I was standing there pissed as hell. I really hoped Bree had something to do, but knowing her, I was gonna be getting ready for a date with a guy I didn’t know, and had no interest in meeting. One of these days I’m gonna tell Kenya no, I just gotta figure out when that day will be.