“Sy got what you need when you need it. Yo ass always gonna come running back. We need each other,” he said between breaths.
I hated to admit it, but he was right. I wanted so bad for him to be wrong. I knew that with the way I moved, no guy would want me. Syior was my first, and he also knew there were no restrictions when it came to him. He was still able to do what he wanted, and somehow, I was still there. I wanted to leave him alone; I did, but when others failed me, I knew he was the one person who would open his door to me.
He wrapped his hand around my neck as he bit into my back. Skin to skin, he was serving me some of the best hustler dick ever. He brought his lips to my ear, taking my earlobe into his mouth as my pussy sucked him up.
“Shit,” he grunted.
I leaned forward, poking my ass out, giving him a full view. He gripped my hips and went crazy. The sound of his thighs smacking my ass cascaded through his apartment. He reached around and played with my clit while he fucked me from the back. My mouth opened, belting a moan that signaled I was cumming. He stroked me a few more times before doing the same.
We cleaned up and left his place. While on the drive back, I turned to him. “Would you ever be in a relationship?” I asked.
He glanced at me. “What? Are you falling first?”
I gave him a weak smile. “Never. I was curious,” I said before focusing out of the window.
He rubbed my leg. “What we have is cool. I mean, I never thought about it. Besides, once you start off as a secret, how can you change that? Shit seems easy, but is it?”
I shrugged. That was the thing Syior had been preaching for years to the point that I didn’t think I could be in a relationship, but what if I could, just not with him? That was when I thought about Xavier. For a moment, I thought I could move him from number three to something else, but seeing him and Apple let me know he was just like me.
DIO
My legs trembled as I finished my last lap. My body was cold, my bones ached, and my clothes were heavy with lake water; these niggas had us jump in. The lake they swore represented purification. The Dead Zone, the place where the idea was created.
I was sick of it. I was sick of saying Chevy’s granddad’s name. I was sick of the torture. For each time one of my line brothers got an answer wrong, a lap was taken. All the things they expected us to remember. When they called at 7:39 and asked a question, niggas better had got the answer right. Otherwise, we were bound to do some off-the-wall shit. It had gotten so bad that I began doing my own research, repeating things throughout the day so I wouldn’t forget. It was like school within school.
Why don’t we take shortcuts?What year was Chi Kappa Chi founded? Who were the founders? Principles, and why were we making excuses? Run the routine again! Again! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!
I was losing my mind with each second that went by. I was ready to quit. They hadn’t taken their foot off our necks since watching me and punk-ass Percy fight. Every time I couldn’t fix my mouth to callThick Neck “Dean Big Brother God’s Gift, we did push-ups. I was starting to feel like I was a target.
When I finally reached everyone else, I placed my hands on top of my head, trying to catch my breath. I tried to suck in as much as I could before they sent us back into the lake.
“Chain Two!” one of the Big Brothers called out.
We locked arms with our mouths curled up. Our heads faced east because that was the rule. I swear, with each punishment they placed upon us, I was breaking. Was this real brotherhood? For every moment I suffered, I wondered if this was just a different form of how the Zoo felt when I was going through my motions?
Thick Neck paced back and forth. “In a few weeks, we’re hosting a party at the Chi house. We’re expecting a lot of people, and I expect a lot of food and drinks. 7:39 PM. No fucking excuses,” Big Brother Stay Fly said.
Thick Neck walked up and down the line. “Y’all need to do your homework! When we ask questions, your answers should be correct. We’re over a week in, and you niggas still fumbling the bag. If you ask me, you Slimes need to drop the muhfuckin line because y’all don’t have it in you.” He paused. “Ain’t that right, Number Seven?”
Spitta stepped up. “I’m not cutting any of you niggas slack. Everyone suffers if any one of you fucks up!” he shouted while looking at Percy.
I watched as Thick Neck grimaced. He was mad those niggas were stepping on his toes. I could tell off rip that nigga was soft as fuck. He tapped Spitta’s shoulder and they stepped away from the line. I watched as they went back and forth a little before they returned in front of us.
“Get y’all shit together or this little shit y’all did will become much worse. Do y’all understand?” Thick Neck said as he now stood on the side of me.
I was cold, exhausted, and ready to go. Although I didn’t want to, I let the hot air blow from my nose as I let the words roll from my tongue. “Yes! Dean Big Brother God’s Gift!”
He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Good boy.”
The way my hand burned to hit his ass should have been studied. If I questioned it before, it was official. This nigga Thick Neck was dead. There was no question about it. He didn’t believe in the mission nor the principles he so-called stood behind. Those letters meant nothing to him. This frat was a joke. He simply believed in power and using it on the wrong nigga. He thought he had one up on me, but Dean Big Brother Fuck Boy was a dead nigga.
Everyone slowly left the Dead Zone but me. I stood near my car, trying to decide whether it was worth it to stay or to walk away. The only person I felt like could guide me in this moment was my big brother.
I hopped in my ride and called him up. When he answered, it felt like a weight lifted from me. “Zeus!” I called out.
I hadn’t talked to my brother since being back, and with everything going on, I needed to hear his voice. I needed him to tell me that this college shit was worth it because he had gone through the same thing, minus the fraternity. Who better to talk to?
“Sup, man? You good?” he asked.
