#neylasays

“Hello? Neyla, what’s up? I was, busy last night... What’s the urgent issue?”

“Its about Car...”

“Okay, what about him?” She interjected as she slipped out of Carter’s California King bed and went into the hallway for privacy. She looked back to see if she’d awakened Carter, but he was still fast asleep.

“Where are you?” Neyla asked.

“Why?”

“Because I want to tell you in person...”

“Look, if this is about FUBU, it isn’t my thing, I have nothing to do with that?”

“This isn’t about that... Completely.” Neyla replied.

“Are we talking in code or something, because I’m completely lost?” Gorgeous admitted.

“Damn it Gorgeous!?” Neyla yelled.

“Excuse me?!”

“It’s about FUBU, but I don’t want to share this with you over the phone...”

“Seeing that its, 6 AM, you’re going to have to share now before I lose interest and go back to bed.” She said sleepily as she peeked back in the room to check on Carter. He was still knocked out cold.

“Fuck it! Fine!”

“Neyla, I know you feel like you’re on a pedestal these days, but if you keep talking to me like that you are going to get knocked down! State your business before you get hung...”

“Carter cheated!”

“...”

“He cheated, OK!” Neyla said through red watery eyes.

“Cheated how?” Gorgeous asked quietly.

“With FUBU.”

“Explain.”

“He picked me and LiQuor because we asked him to.”

“You asked him to...”

“We approached him while he was reviewing submissions, and we asked to be selected without actually submitting a submission.”

“You cheated too then. Correct?” Gorgeous asked.

“Yes... and no... Yall have run this Campus for a while now. We saw it, but why...”

“Aint no ‘but why’... all of you cheated!”

“We did, but...”

“No buts, you all cheated... for what? A scholarship? A...”

“For an opportunity. We never get noticed for anything but our looks... That’s unfair, we are smart & pretty, not pretty & smart, it’s a difference.”

“A subtle difference.”

“But a difference nonetheless.” Neyla replied. “What should we do?”

“About?” Gorgeous asked.

“What happened!”

“I don’t know. Ask your mentor.”

“He’s not our mentor... You are!”

“I am, but this is out of my hands. I can’t be associated with...”

“Cut the debutant speech. Be real for once.”

“For once?!”

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you shit! But here I am trying, and you continue to nit-pick.”

“But I? I want to help.”

“You can’t help. Remember? You didn’t want to be associated. Remember? You just said...”

“I KNOW WHAT I SAID!” Gorgeous interjected.

“He cheated, Dean Dúmás was there, Mr. President was there. We drank, we danced, we were ‘selected’. That’s all I have for you Gorgeous... Do what you want..”

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“Ummm, excuse me...”

Carter peeked up from behind his designer frames, to notice two attractive young freshmen standing over him.

“Excuse us.” LiQuor corrected, as her and Neyla stood over Carter eyeing the parchments that had him lost in thought.

Initially, he was startled. It was ass-crack of dawn, the sun was barely up, and he didn’t expect anyone to be nearby his and Gorgeous’ previous rendezvous location. He knew, that they knew, or he could guess at least, he was the newly appointed FUBU Chair. He did not want to appear to be doing anything unethical while carrying out his duties. The ladies could feel the tension in the air, so they proceeded, gingerly.

“You’re Carter, right?”

Really?

“Yes. That is, I.”

“Ok good. Phew.”

Are they kidding me?

“What’s good?” He asked finally, after placing his papers face down on the chair beside him.

As soon as the papers hit the chair to his right, both LiQuor and Neyla grabbed the two seats opposite him.

“Can, I help you two with something?”

The vixens sensed his unease, and immediately began to spill their proverbial guts.

“We want the FUBU Scholarship!” They said rather loudly in the empty dining area.

“Ok. Well, I am in charge of reviewing submissions, but I can’t guarantee either of you anything. This is a new year for FUBU and I want to take it to new heights, and while I respect your willingness to come down and show face, I can’t do anything improper.”

“Right, I understand.”

“Me, too.”

“So, where are your submissions?” He asked cautiously.

“What submissions?” They asked.

“The ones you were supposed to do, to be considered.”

“Ohhh, those submissions.” Neyla said, batting her eyelids.

“Yeah, those submissions.”

“Ya see,” LiQuor began. “We had a Pop Quiz come up unexpectedly, so we weren’t able to turn them in on time.”

“So, how am I supposed to consider people, that didn’t give me anything to consider?” Carter asked.

“We have them. They’re just in our rooms.” Neyal replied.

“Ok, well, don’t you think I need to see them in order to adequately consider you?” Carter asked impatiently.

Both LiQuor and Neyla knew, they did not have any submissions in their rooms. They didn’t even write anything. However, they knew, that Carter didn’t know, that those submissions did not exist. Carter, had an idea, but he was sick and tired of people being passed up based on technicalities and rigidity. In the past, FUBU was done one way, the same way, all the time. He was getting sick of two girls, two guys, two girls, two guys. In his heart, he felt FUBU needed something new. In his sights, were two new, ready and willing, freshmen that had the gall withal, to approach him head-on. They were clearly ready, and willing, to do whatever was needed, to make FUBU unforgettable.

“How about this,” He began, “Run upstairs, grab your materials, and have them back to me by the time I’m done with these other submissions.” He offered.

“Okay, you got us.” LiQuor answered.

“Oh?” Carter asked.

“Yes.” Neyla said.

“Okay, yall are wasting my time. I have actual submissions, from actual people, that acutally want to help with FUBU. Why should I continue this conversation any further?”

“Because...”

He stared back at them blankly.

“Because, you know what its like to not get what you want, even though you know you deserve it.”

“How do you mean?” He asked solemnly.

“You aren’t running HMS...”

“Don’t come over here trying to be mess...”

“Hear us out!” They shouted.

They gotta stop screaming in here!

“Ok. I’m listening.”

They told him about how they always wanted to come to college to change their perceptions from back home. The same perception every beautiful woman doesn’t want anymore. They were tired of being:

Only, pretty.

Only, beautiful.

Only, gorgeous.

They knew they were worth more than that. They recounted how the selection process for HMS felt fake. They recounted how the Date Auction felt, staged. They recounted all the obstacles they had to continue to face at The University, and how they thought they left those unfair hurdles back in their hometowns. They were tired of being haunted, and now punished, by their good looks and how those looks afforded them the ability to influence.

Carter listened, and he felt them, but he knew if he let them pass, publicly, then his credibility would be destroyed too. He wanted to help, dearly. He too was having those same feelings about obstacles, deep within the pit of his soul. He needed a way, to make a way, out of no way, for these too. Not only because they were fine, or because they were absolutely stunning, but the story he just heard and experienced right before his very eyes, was better than anything he’d read on paper previously. He had no clue what to do.

So, he did nothing.

He gathered his papers, his backpack, and his other gear and walked away.

He didn’t say bye.

He didn’t say thank you for sharing.

He just left.

As he neared the Exit door he received an alert from the N4L App Development Team.

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