A test of Love by Navaura Campbell (ereader with android txt) 📕

just in case his room mate was there. As expected, his room mate answered the door. He was going for a degree in Engineering. He was a junior this year. When he opened the door, Denise greeted him. "Hi Yen."
Yen was a second generation Chinese man. His family had migrated to the United States during World War II. Yen Li was of average height but with a slender build. He smiled and greeted her back, "Hey, Denise, Jordan's knocked out."
"That's cool, I'll just wake him up."
Yen stepped aside to allow her in the room, "I doubt that will happen, he just got in about 10 minutes before you showed up."
Denise nodded, "Well, in that case, I'll just crawl into bed right next to him. With this, she removed her shoes and socks. Chen sighed and said, "Well, I'm going to go find a place to study. I'll let you guys be alone for a while."
"Ok." By now Denise had removed all necessities that needed to be removed and climbed into bed next to him. Immediately his arms curled around her body. Denise snuggled back into him and closed her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep next to him. Maybe she'd been a lot tired than she'd expected.

He couldn't stop staring at her. He wanted too, but he couldn't seem to get pass the milk chocolate skin tone, huge round brown eyes and the most luscious body he'd ever seen. She was curvacious in all the right places. It didn't matter what she wore, Denise Calloway looked edible. Today, she'd worn a dark brown wool turtleneck sweater with dark colored jeans that had a washout faded look to them with white boots that looked good on her. Her hair was done up in a thick ponytail with its curls hanging down to her shoulders. She had on diamond earrings that he was sure he'd never seen her wear before. She also had a butterfly necklace in white gold nestled in the middle of her chest. The necklace did nothing but accentuate the full breasts that lay beneath her sweater. Inhaling a sharp breath, Trey felt the blood rush to his head again and a bulge rise in his pants. They'd been in class for two months and the only thing he could think about was wanting to feel her lips against his. Immediately, his gave went to the ring on her left hand and he felt guilty. Why did he have to lust after a woman he knew would never be his? He doubted that she even noticed him in that way.

"She's fine as hell ain't she?" A voice was heard as the young man stood next to him. Anton had come out of the guys locker room and now approached Trey.
"She's off limits. Don't you see that damn rock on her finger."
Anton shook his head, "It never hurts to look. Shit give me a chance with her and I guarantee you she would never put it back on."
Trey glanced over at him. "She's off limits."
Anton laughed, "Are you telling me that or trying to convince yourself that? I know she got that damn rock on her hand, I ain't stupid. I still don't think that white boy tappin' that ass right. If I was given the chance, I would hit it so hard it would knock her ass unconscious."

Trey stroked the beard on his chin. He knew Jordan was in the locker room still getting changed from the practice session they had and thank God that he was, because if he'd heard Anton's words he probably would've beat him down. Trey already knew from that look in his eyes that Jordan was crazy about the girl. Denise was even crazier about him, which is why he knew that his thoughts would never come to fruition, but damn she always looked and smelled good. He didn't know what she was wearing but he found it extremely arousing. He'd been finding it harder and harder to concentrate on his school work with her next to him in the class. Shaking his head, he turned away from where she stood at the bleachers, and walked out of the gym. As he did, Anton was cordial. Trey stuck up a peace symbol telling him bye. Anton shook his head, hating Jordan all the more. He couldn't stand the fact that a sister like that was with him. What could he possibly give her that Anton couldn't, or Trey for that matter. He knew she couldn't stand him, so the only brother he could picture with a stuck up sister like that was Trey. He was all smart and shit. Geeky in the same way that Jordan was, but Anton would sooner except Trey than he would Jordan. Glancing back at her, he got even angrier.

Jordan stuck his ball in his duffel bag and made his way out of the locker room. He'd changed into the same clothes he'd come into practice with and then headed out. When he did, he watched as Denise's eyes perked up upon seeing him. He smiled at her. Her grin became even wider. When he walked past Anton, he heard a growl of hostility. Turning to him, he said, "Why do you do that when ever I walk by you?"
Anton focused his attention on Jordan, the object of his fury. "Because you think you bad because you got that stuck up bitch."
Jordan's face reddened displaying his own animosity, going up to him, he yelled, "Call her a bitch one more time. You're hating cause she's not with you." Anton snarled out at him, "You fucking people think the world is yours for the taking. The jobs, the money, the houses, the cars, fuckin' everything, including our women. What the fuck do you have that she can't get from any black man?"
Denise, who'd been alerted when Jordan had yelled, took in the interaction and put a hand up to her mouth. She ran over to where they were. She knew that his hatred of Anton was real. Just as Anton's hatred for him was real. She didn't want this. Jordan reached out and grabbed the collar of Anton's shirt seeing red. "You fucking prejudice bastard!" He'd had enough of Anton. He hated him just as much as Anton hated him. He was always trying to come in between him and Denise, because he couldn't stand that he wasn't black.
"Jordan, baby, don't!" Denise screamed as she made her way toward them. Just as she said this, she watched as Anton slammed a fist down into his gut.

Immediately, Jordan released his shirt but took a swing at him with the other hand. His fist connected with his jaw. This seemed to fuel the young man's anger. Denise screamed no as she came to a short stop. She knew there was nothing she could do now. They were going to duke it out whether she liked it or not. Jordan's voice boomed at the top of his lungs, sending chills down Denise's spine as she observed what was taking place. "You want to see just how much of a man I am? Huh? I'm going to show you what you want to see." Jordan flung his bag onto the ground and walked over to Anton. Both boys then proceeded to beat each other senseless. Denise reached into her pocket with shaky hands and dialed campus security. In tears she gave the police a brief description of what was going on. By the time they got there, both boys were battered and bruised and it took at-least six of them to pull both boys apart. When they did, Jordan's chest was heaving and Anton was screaming, "This ain't over you fuckin' pecker wood." Jordan glared at him, hating him with every fiber of his being. "Shut the fuck up, you just mad because you're not me." He yelled back. At this, Anton tried to break away from the officers to get to him. Jordan balled his fists up, "Let him go, ooh, let his ass go and I'm going to set fire to him real quick!" The officers pulled at Jordan too, who was trying to look over at Anton. They said, "You two need to calm down. Jordan watched as Anton became irate, fueling so many degrading names at him, he wanted to just beat him till his hands bled, but because he knew the officers who held him wouldn't let him go, he calmed down instead. Denise was still there trembling, scared and sad at what she'd just witnessed. She'd never realized they hated each other that much. Tears still ran down her eyes as a female officer came over to her and ushered her over to the bleachers.

Once Jordan calmed down, he felt the pain of his current fight. The officers finally let him go after fifteen minutes and explained to him that they were taking him down to the station where he would have to give a statement of what happened. As they were leading him out of the building, he noticed Denise with the lady officer and body shaking from the intensity of having witnessed that, he felt ashamed. Ashamed that she'd been there to see it. Although he loved her, he was still witnessing looks of hostility and anger of some of the black guys in the school. Even the white guys were giving him looks of disgust. He didn't care. To him, she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen and evidently several guys were taking notice of that beauty now. He'd often over heard the catcalls and damns whenever she went somewhere. In a sense he was proud but he was getting irritated that every time he turned around, there was some other guy drooling over her or trying to approach her. At first she'd come to him with stories of how men would approach her, however once seeing the look of sheer agitation on his face, she'd stopped. Now, he was angry at himself for letting his anger get the best of him and letting her see it. He walked out with the police men, his head hung in shame.

When Jordan was finally released about an hour later, he went to his dorm room to take a hot shower to get rid of the pain that had been caused externally. Internally was another matter. When he got there, he saw Denise standing outside his room. This caused him to hang his head as he made it to his dorm room. Her eyes were puffy and red from the crying and shaking she'd been doing. When he got to the door, Denise grabbed his arm, "Jordan, baby, it's not your fault." She stated. He pulled away from her, not saying anything. Opening the door, he went in and cut on his light. His room mate's bed was still the way he'd left it that morning. After she saw her self in, she closed the door and stood next to it, unsure of what to do. He hadn't said anything to her. He just went into the bathroom, turned on the shower head and closed the door. Denise went to his bed and sat down on it.
When Jordan got out of the shower, he wasn't surprised to find her still sitting on the bed quietly. "Jordan..baby..."
He refused to look at her. In the shower, he'd gone from feeling guilty to feeling over exasperated. He was tired of the looks, tired of the way people looked at them. It wasn't 1949 anymore, it was 2004 and everywhere he looked there seemed to be animosity from every angle. He hated it. He hadn't done anything but love Denise but it seemed as of lately all he'd encountered was hostility and for the most part, the people who were doing it were mostly black men.
"It wasn't your fault Jordan."
Jordan looked up at her, a pained expression in his eyes. "I know that Denise. You don't know how