They say things get better over time, once you're used to them and in your groove.

The second week of college was starting a lot better than the first week. For one, I didn't make a crash entrance Monday morning in class. Instead, I made my way over to my girls, Allura and Twyla, and of course, Richie and Donnell. My crew.

I looked around for King, but he wasn't there yet. I checked the time on my phone and he was late. But as class started and he still did not show up, maybe he decided to skip.

Oh crap! I did not text him at all over the weekend. I was too busy living my life, meeting other hotties, and hanging with my roomies. He probably thought I was ghosting him and was ashamed and thought I did not like him and wanted to hide from the shame.

Little old me did that to him.

I decided to text him while the professor lectured.

Why aren't you in class?

Oh, you do still have my number in your phone

So he was upset about that. I was a horrible person.

Sorry!

No, it's cool fresh. I emailed the prof, I needed a day, I got the reading assignment. Gonna send me some notes?

Ha!

What notes? I wasn't taking any notes. It was English class, the professor was talking about the idea of telling a good story and blah, blah, blah. I hated writing. I would rather read all the books and that was English class.

Maybe I'll see u later this week??

For sho fresh. Now get back to class.

After class, we all went to the cafeteria. Now I can eat, have I told you that? But I am a very picky eater because my father is the best cook in the world. And I can cook myself.

Now there is something about Mizzou's cafeteria food. It ain't half bad. And I think they like to cater to the various cultures on campus by having real authentic food from around the world. Take the down south selection. Mac n n cheese, cornbread, fried chicken...wait, I know all that may sound a little racist, but it was one of the more populated areas. There was always a long line and a long wait.

And it was not just the Black students. Everybody wanted some of that Southern cooking. The other selections included Chinese, and not talking around-the-way takeout, but more authentic dishes, Thai, Mexican, and a few dishes from various parts of Africa. I was planning on trying it all, it was only the second week of class and we were stuck at the southern food selections.

And not just for the food.

"I love it here," Allura said, while we were in line to get lunch.

"Now who?"

She nodded toward a table that looked like a bunch of football players. Hottie One, Hottie Two, Hottie Three, Four, Five...okay, a lot of them! Allura had a good eye for spotting nice-looking guys, but I had something even more special than her. I had a hottie magnet.

"I thought you and your ex from the game were going to get back together or something?"

"No, but if I need a smash and dash, I may give him a call."

A smash and...dash? I didn't even want to know. Let me stay innocent for just a little while longer.

"What about you and Gay? I thought you two were-"

"I'm not gay."

"But you and her...you said you made out with her. And then she came out of your bedroom in nothing but her birthday suit."

"Ooooo!" Twyla piped in.

"I happen to sleep nude, and she likes to sleep nude too. All we did was sleep." Allura smiled. "She actually kept talking about you. I think she has a thing for you."

"Me?"

"Yes, but I didn't tell her anything because I don't know anything. I don't know if you're into girls or guys or-"

"Aren't you into girls? You're bi?"

"No, I made out with a girl. That's it. Have you seen her? She's too damn cute, I wanted to see what it was like. Isn't that what we're in college for?"

"I kissed a girl back in high school," Twyla said.

"I haven't kissed anyone," I admitted.

Both of the girls stared at me in bewilderment.

"What?"

"We definitely have to rectify that," Twyla said.

"Well, who do you like? Are you into Gay? She's into you. Are what about her brother, he's totally hot."

"Or King from class. I know you like him."

"And didn't you get all snuggly with my boy Rick? Hell of a selection."

We finally made it to the front of the line and I got fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, with a side of mac n cheese. It was not better than my granny's or my daddy's but it would do.

As we were looking for a table, I glanced over at the football table. Maybe I could flirt with them and say hi. This was the perfect time to test my theory of my hottie magnet.

Carrying my tray, I walked up to their table just as a big guy stood, bumped into me, and knocked my tray back onto my shirt. My white shirt, now covered in gravy and mac n cheese.

"My bad," the guy said, as the other guys at the table broke out in laughter.

Great! The magnet did not work after all. I was still the klutz I always was.

I had to clean that mess off of me, but first I wanted to run off and hide. The girls did not know what to do, they kind of just stood there.

"Um, I...let me go back to my room and clean up."

"Ok girl, yeah, you do that," Allura said.

I thought I made an elegant exit from the cafeteria, head held high, keeping my pace even. So what mashed potatoes were dripping down my shirt and on the floor. Pretty normal, right?

As soon as I exited the cafeteria, then the building, I ran as fast as I could to my dorm. I ran inside, took the stairs two at a time to the suite, and could not get inside fast enough. Once inside, in the cold and lonely suite, I walked to my room, head down, and threw myself on my bed...yes, mashed potatoes and gravy, mac n cheese and all, on my bed and cried my eyes off.

I don't know if I can ever show my face again.

A/N: I'm not sure how this mishap is any more embarrassing than stumbling the stairs on the first day of class, but if our girl Rayvn made it through that, she will make it through this.

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