Sorority Sisters by Tajuana Butler Read Free Book Online

the opportunity to get to know more about Don’s background. During this visit it became apparent that Don’s father had control over the family’s affairs—his mother had no knowledge of their finances and allowed her husband to make the major decisions concerning her and her son.
    “Just make sure you give Chancey and me enough time to get some shopping in,” Glenda said.
    “Good! That’ll give me and my son some bonding time together,” Emitt said.
    “Yeah, that’s right!” Don replied. “The ladies will go shopping and we’ll watch a good ol’ baseball game! It doesn’t get any better than that!” They all laughed while Chancey contemplated the similarities between Don and his father.
    After breakfast, they drove Mr. and Mrs. Robinson to the airport and chatted until it was time for them to board the plane. Then Chancey and Don went back to his apartment, got into bed, and stayed there all day, leaving only to cook dinner. After eating, they got right back into bed and watched a movie.
    It was a perfect weekend, and now it was over. She gave Don, who was still sleeping, a kiss on his muscular bicep, rolled out of bed, and headed for the shower. By the time she was dressed he had opened his eyes and was looking at her. “Good morning, my diamond.” Don always told Chancey she was like a diamond in the rough—a little rough around the edges but with a little time and care, she would be fit for a solitaire. She was never sure whether or not to take that statement as a compliment. She flashed him a loving smile anyway, and began to put on her shoes. “Wake up sleepyhead,” she said. “You’ve got to go to classes too, you know.”
    “I’m up.” Donald yawned. He got a good look at his girlfriend. He was never thrilled with her attire. “Chancey, why are you wearing that extra-large shirt with those baggy jeans? As a matter of fact, why do you still own baggy jeans? God blessed you with a nice figure, and you should not be ashamed to show it off. Everybody knows that you’re my girl, so I’m not worried about the other brothers on campus looking at you, no matter how much of your shape you show off. They all know that they can look, but I bet they’ll think twice about touching.”
    “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Oh, I see, you want me to dress like all those groupies who hang out at the games and at practice! That’s not my style, and you know that!” she said, standing her ground.
    “No, I’m not saying that you should have tits and ass exposed to the campus, but baby, you could stand to wear clothes that fit.”
    “Forget you, big head,” she joked. “I’m just going to class. I like to be comfortable when I’m taking notes and listening to boring lectures. Nothing is more annoying than being uncomfortably dressed while taking notes from a professor speaking in a monotone voice.”
    Chancey had a 4.0 GPA entering college, and really didn’t have to take notes in her courses. However, she did so because everybody else did. She was extremely smart and blessed with a near photographic memory. She often amazed Donald by giving him a play-by-play repeat of every move he made in each game, sometimes weeks afterward. Before she began her first year at college, she had already completed twenty-four college credit hours and tested completely out of her foreign language requirement. Most of her friends didn’t know that she was actually a sophomore.
    “Diamond, you can be comfortable and still look like a lady. I’m not saying that you don’t look nice, but you look like a little girl, and I know that my baby is a woman. I’ll tell you what, I got some extra money from Jackson and—”
    “Jackson, the alumnus?”
    “Yeah. Remember he took us out to eat after the first game of the season?”
    “Oh, I remember him. All he talked about was football that night. He’s a fanatic, but why is he giving you money?”
    “Well, you know how the alums are. They just want to make sure