Let it be blatantly known to whoever will read this: I never planned my life to be so terribly hectic, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
Even when I was young life had been chaos. I was orphaned at age three when my mother and father passed in a car accident. They were beautiful from what I could remember, which wasn't a lot. Then when I was five I was adopted by a doctor who had lost his wife shortly before. So much tragedy... anyway my dad was a good man he always wanted to do good for others. He sent me off to college two years ago where my life was changed forever. For better or worse, well that is still up for debate. My story is about a lot of things, it is about meeting the love of my life, discovering hatred against the color of my skin and diving into the realities of the world. It was so very clear that the fantasies we grew up learning in storybooks were just that; Fantasies. My story truly starts the first day of college, I sat down for my first class and I was about 20 minutes early like usual. Jada from 2 years ago is way different from who I am now. I have changed so much, it is crazy when I look back on who I was. So I was sitting in class when my friend Dawn tapped on my shoulder. She was literally my only friend and my roommate. Moving from a small town in Maine meant I had like no friends , except of course the ones I left there. I had this group who stuck together most of high school. Robyn, Alexei, and Nicky and Mo, who are twins. Anyway so she taps on my shoulder and says "Hey Troy invited me to this frat party tonight. I can invite one person. Guess who?" and of course my reply had to be a smart ass one cause that's how I was and still am. "Who your roommate, I heard she's a bitch don't do it." She laughed at me and nudged my arm. The professor glared at me with a sharp look. I shivered. Dr. Yloni gave me the creeps, his piercing, ugly brown eyes. He was starting to wrinkle, bald and grey all at once. His thick Russian accent was like ice freezing over hell hard, cold, and merciless. I looked down still typing my notes, when a piece of paper landed in front of me that read, "You game?". I just nodded.
The next night I was getting ready for the party when there was a knock on the door. Dawn was out getting alcohol as an offering to the frat. I yelled for the knocker to wait as I pulled the dress straps up and the leather jacket over my pale skin. When I opened the door there was a man. I say man with the most certainty I have ever had about anything. He had long wavy hair but it was definitely trimmed and groomed but still gave him his macho confidence. There was also a newly shaven, chiseled jaw that gave his face a firmness, a scary firmness. "Yes?" At first when he looked at me, with a look I couldn't decipher, it was almost like he was trying to hide his emotions in his eyes. What I could see? A stranger staring at me with a look of hatred like he knew me, knew something I had done. Something worth punishing me for. Before I could say anything else his jaw clenched and he turned away. Shortly after Dawn walked in. "Who was that at the door?" I didn't know how to reply. I still couldn't comprehend myself what had happened so I shrugged and finished getting ready. The party was at a huge 3 floor house, there were rave lights flashing in too many directions and people flooding out and into the house. We entered with our jackets still on, thank god. We both agreed no cleavage to stay safe. No alcohol from anyone else. We each brought one flask and when we were done we were cut off. They were filled up with a Hennessey and whiskey mix, enough to get us buzzed but not drunk. Frat houses were getting dangerous so these were the precautions we took. We split up and both with yellow bracelets around our wrists. They meant we weren't down to...well to get down per say. Anyway I walked around until I saw Enoch Yloni. My science professors son and god was he cute. I mean he was a platinum blonde with dark brown facial hair and icy blue eyes but not like his fathers. I could melt when I looked at his eyes, but he wouldn't look at me. Look I am confident but he was sexy, smart, foreign, and he was an upper classmen. A junior I believe. He was a challenge I wasn't prepared to dive into. I looked out taking a sip from my flask when I was distracted by a bright red band in the dim lit living room. It was the man from earlier who had knocked on the door and looked at me funny. So he was an asshole and a prude. I giggled and then his eyes met mine and that grizzly frown he got every time he looked at me appeared. My face went blank and I gulped. I felt like I was the prey and he was hunting me, circling slowly. I walked away inconspicuously, out of sight but I could still see him. He settled against a vacant pool table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He went to walk away as he began to talk but when he looked up he looked at me. He was telling me that I hadn't gone unnoticed. My eyes widened, he was a stranger and a strange man at that but I felt compelled to reciprocate the challenge and even if that was the biggest mistake I'd ever make I was persistent on it. He would not go unnoticed...