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Authors: Cheris Hodges

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Maurice ran after her and grabbed her arm as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “I didn't want things to go down like this. Can we still be friends?”
“Sure,” she said sarcastically. “As soon as hell freezes over, you and I will be the best of friends. Maurice, I hope she gives you a disease and your man parts shrivel up and fall off. Don't ever speak to me again. And tell your whore that if she doesn't stop spreading rumors about me, I'm going to turn her fiction into reality.”
Kenya pushed through the double doors leading to the journalism classrooms and promised herself that she wouldn't cry, despite the hot tears stinging her eyes.
When she walked into the classroom, all the chatter stopped, and eighteen pairs of eyes focused on her. Kenya ran her hand over her face and stared them all down.
This has got to stop,
she thought as some people began whispering.
“Listen up, people,” she yelled. “I know you've been discussing my personal life. I just have one thing to say. Get your own damned lives. I didn't cut anybody, I didn't cut myself, and I'm sick of the rumors. My boyfriend and I broke up. That's it.”
Kenya didn't give anyone time to respond before she ran out of the classroom. The main reason she'd decided to attend JCSU, because it was such a small school, was going to be the same reason she'd have to leave. She wasn't going to be the next Eboni.
Kenya remembered when Eboni Sanders, a popular cheerleader, passed out at a basketball game, and rumors swirled for a year about what had caused her to faint. She'd been rumored to be on drugs, she'd been rumored to be pregnant, and she'd been rumored to have HIV.
As it turned out, she was diabetic, and her blood sugar had been extremely high that day. But the rumors had dogged her until the day she dropped out of school. Kenya wasn't about to allow that to happen to her. Her last few months of college weren't going to be spent dodging rumors and Maurice.
While heading back to her dorm room, Kenya came face to face with Lauryn and her crew. The smirk on Lauryn's face spoke volumes. She looked as if she'd beaten Kenya. And in a sense, she had. But if Maurice was the prize, Kenya hoped it would rust.
“Hey, Kenya,” Lauryn said. “Listen, I'm so sorry about what happened yesterday. But that's life. Men leave women. Don't let it consume you, and please don't try to kill yourself.”
“Lauryn, go straight to hell, and take Maurice with you. You guys deserve each other,” Kenya replied, then shoved Lauryn as she blew past her. She didn't stick around to watch Lauryn tumble down the hill, but from the laughter that rose from the football players watching them, she knew it was a funny sight. But she didn't take any pleasure in her irrational act. She was acting the way everyone had rumored that she was.
What am I doing? I can't sink to her level,
she thought sadly.
When Kenya made it back to her dorm room, she sat down at her computer and logged on to Clark Atlanta University's Web site. She had to laugh as she perused the CAU site. Her mother, Angela, had urged her to go to her alma mater, but Kenya had wanted to attend the same college as her boyfriend.
Mother always knows best,
Kenya thought, remembering the conversation she'd had with Angela before applying to Johnson C. Smith.
“Kenya,” her mother had said as they looked over college catalogs, “you've always made good decisions, and I want you to choose the college you attend. But following Maurice isn't a good idea.”
“Ma, I don't want to go to a school that has an Angela Taylor Mass Communications scholarship. That's too much pressure to live up to.”
Angela had folded her arms across her breasts and had lifted her eyebrows. “No matter where you go, I'm not accepting anything less than a three point zero. I will not hesitate to snatch you out of school and let you work at Wal-Mart if you think you're going to Charlotte to play house with Maurice.”
Kenya had frowned and shaken her head. “Ma, I want to get an education. Maurice is going to be playing football, and I'm going to be laying the foundation for my future career as a public-relations executive. I love him, but I'm not a fool. Daddy, please talk to her.”
Henry Taylor, who had been reading the newspaper while his wife and daughter argued, had dropped the sports section and had looked at them. “Angela, let the girl make her own decision,” he'd said quietly. That was Henry's way, nonconfrontational, until he was pushed. “I just know one thing. This better not be about chasing that knuck-leheaded boy.”
Kenya had folded her arms across her chest and had shaken her head. “Come on, Daddy. I'm not following Maurice.”
“Then explain to me why you want to go to Johns C. Smith,” Angela had said.
“Johnson C. Smith,” Kenya had corrected. “Well, Charlotte is a growing city, and Smith is a small college, which means less competition for internships and things of that nature. There are a lot of new public-relations companies moving to Charlotte. With all the banks in Charlotte, they are always looking for public-relations folks to tell their stories to the media.”
Angela had smiled at her daughter. “Well, I see that you've researched
Johnson
C. Smith and Charlotte. If that's where you want to go to school, then I'll support you.”
Kenya had hugged her mother and kissed her on the cheek. “I'm not totally clueless, Ma.”
Angela had patted her daughter's shoulder. “I know. Your father and I did a good job.”
 
 
As Kenya picked up the phone to call her mother, she prayed that Angela had enough clout to get her into CAU without much of a hassle. All she had to do was figure out a good reason for the desire to transfer in her senior year.
“This is Angela,” her mother said when she answered the phone.
“Ma, hi,” Kenya said.
“Hey, baby. Is everything all right?”
“I can't just call and say hello?”
“Not when you should be in class, and not when I'm at work.”
“You're the editor, Ma. You don't get busy until later.”
Angela sighed into the phone. “And I know when my daughter has something she wants to ask but is afraid to do so.”
“Uh, well, I kinda got into a little trouble.”
“Hold on,” Angela said.
Kenya heard her mother close the door to her office. She knew this wasn't going to be pretty.
“Kenya Denise Taylor, are you pregnant?”
“No. Ju-just suspended,” Kenya said, formulating the lie in her head.
“What! What happened?”
“Uh, I-I got into a fight.”
“Kenya, what in the hell is wrong with you? You're a senior about to graduate. Do I need to come up there and talk to the chancellor? I can't believe you did something so stupid as to get into a fight. Tell me that it didn't have anything to do with Maurice.”
“Ma, I'm sorry. Okay, I'm not going to lie to you. Maurice and I broke up, and this campus is too small for me to see his face every day, and it was really nasty, and I just want to get away.”
For the first time since she'd caught Maurice and Lauryn, Kenya sobbed uncontrollably. She told her mother the entire story about catching Maurice having sex with Lauryn and the rumors.
“You can't run from them, baby,” Angela said.
“Ma, you wanted me to go to Clark Atlanta, and now I want to go there. I don't see the problem.”
“The problem is, I don't want you to think that you can cut and run when you face some adversity. I know he was your first love, but you will get over it.”
“Easy for you to say. You married your first love. Ma, please, I can't stay here and be subjected to seeing him with her and hearing all the rumors. Please, I'll do anything.”
“Let me talk to your father, and we'll get back to you tomorrow. Go to class, and ignore all the talk.”
“Yes, ma'am,” Kenya said, all the while thinking,
Easier said than done.
 
 
Maurice rushed to the infirmary when he heard that Lauryn was there. He hoped that the reason behind her being there was another rumor. There was no way Kenya would have pushed her down a hill. That wasn't in her nature. Then again, Kenya was mad as hell, and there was no telling what she was capable of.
God, I hope Lauryn isn't hurt and Kenya doesn't get into trouble for this,
he thought as he opened the door to the infirmary. Maurice found Lauryn sitting on a bench, with a sling on her arm.
“Mo, Kenya tried to kill me,” Lauryn said.
“What happened?” he asked as he sat down beside her.
“That fat sow pushed me down the hill beside the student union.”
Maurice pulled her into his arms. “I'll talk to her.”
“No, don't. Just ignore her. I'm going to press charges with campus police.”
“Don't do that. Kenya is upset about us, and you really can't blame her.”
Lauryn pushed away from him. “Hello! I'm your woman now, and my arm was nearly broken.”
“You want her to get kicked out of school? Come on, Lauryn. Your arm isn't broken. Just let it go.”
“Okay, who do you want? Me or her fat ass?”
“I'm with you, but you don't have to bad-mouth Kenya.”
Lauryn pushed her hair back with her unbandaged hand. “Fine, but you'd better keep her away from me.”
“Forget about Kenya. Come on. Let me pamper you until I have to go to practice,” he said as he scooped her up into his arms.
Maurice couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a mistake letting Kenya go.
 
 
Two weeks later, Kenya got the okay from her parents to come home to Atlanta. Though she'd have to start over at Clark Atlanta as a junior, it was well worth it. Watching the romance of Maurice and Lauryn was sickening. And to add insult to injury, Lauryn now had the entire campus believing Kenya was out to get her. She was happy to go home.
The day she packed her things, Maurice showed up at her dorm room. “Kenya?”
“What do you want?” she said, not looking up at him.
“What are you doing?”
“Minding my business.”
“Are you leaving school?”
She slammed her clothes into her suitcase, then looked up at him. “Maurice, get away from me. You gave up the right to know what I'm doing when you put that girl on top of you.”
“You fought so hard to come to school here, and I don't want you to leave because of me,” he said. Maurice timidly stepped inside the room.
“Aren't you just full of yourself,” she snapped. “Who cares what you think?”
“I still care about you, Kenya. Are you going back to Atlanta?” What he wanted to do was reach out to her, but the fiery anger in her eyes pushed that thought out of his head.
“Get out. Don't worry about where I'm going. Just know I won't be around you and your little tramp anymore. You win, Maurice. You and Lauryn drove me away. You broke my heart beyond repair, and I'll never forgive you for that. I hate you as much as I loved you. Now, get out of my way before I do something that I will regret. Enjoy, but regret.”
“Kenya—”
“Out!” she said. She knew that she was using anger to mask her pain, and though she wanted to hate him, she couldn't and didn't.
“So, this is how it's going to be? We're not even going to try and be friends?”
She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “Friends? Let me put it like this, if you were on fire, I wouldn't spit on you unless I had gasoline in my mouth. You snuck around behind my back to be with her. Would a
friend
do that? Would a
friend
lie to my face over and over again? Hell no, we're not friends, and we never will be again. Now get out of my face.”

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