Wreckless by Stephanie Norris

“Boooo!” she exclaimed
disgruntled. Jasmine tossed the covers to the floor and slid out of
bed. “We was about to get our freak on!” she said, rotating her
hips in a circular motion. “Dumb TV!” she yelled, raising her fist
to the 27-inch electronic beast.
     
    Maurice was her fantasy
man. There was never a dull moment when he invaded her dreams. In
real life, she stayed in the background when he was around. Jasmine
would never forget the most recent time she laid eyes on him. They
were on Floyd University campus where the ladies of Delta Sigma
Theta held one of their many fundraisers. Today they were
auctioning off seniors and the first
person on the stage was Maurice Desmon Jones. In his Omega Psi Phi
jacket, a black polo, blue jeans, and black Air Force Ones he posed for the crowd of women being his usual silly and playful
self. His smile could brighten up a room. His
chocolate complexion, low haircut and lite goatee outlined his
face. He arched his eyebrows trying to get a swoon out of the
crowd. It worked, all the women wanted him and so did Jasmine. She
discovered he was graduating soon with his bachelor’s degree in business management. For some reason, when he
was around, Jasmine admired his walk, his talk -- his presence
completely mesmerized her. Jasmine was transfixed anytime he was
near. She would often daydream just to get a glimpse of him
satisfying her every desire.
     
    If he ever stepped to her,
she would definitely bring her “A” game. Jasmine chuckled at that
thought. “Okay, calm down ladies. We will start the bidding at
twenty five dollars.”
     
    “ I know
I’m worth more than that,” Maurice said. The crowd
laughed.
     
    “ We
can’t start the bidding high now chill out I got this,” Saundra
said.
     
    “ Twenty-five dollars!” Someone yelled through the
crowd.
     
    “ Thirty!” Another girl yelled.
     
    “ Okay,
I’ve got thirty in the back,” Saundra said. “Do I hear
forty?”
     
    “ Forty-five!”
     
    “ Alright, forty-five going once, going
twice.”
     
    “ Three
hundred dollars.”
     
    The crowd gasped and they
turned to see who called out the bid. Teresa Fleming stood arms
folded with a smirk on her face. No one would dare out bid her, she
was the wealthiest Delta at the University, besides no one had the
money to do it anyway. Most of the students were here on school
loans or grants but Teresa’s family was loaded. Her father owned a
country club surrounded by a golf course that sits on two
hundred acres of land . Jasmine’s lips twitched,
Teresa needed to back off if she knew what was good for her. They
were roommates and Teresa knew Jasmine had a crush on him. Jasmine
could feel her blood pressure rise ; she
was tempted to bid higher than Teresa. She had the money, it was no
problem but before Jasmine could speak up Saundra said, “Sold!”
Teresa took a bow and went up to claim her prize. She hugged him
and intertwined her arm through his as they walked off the stage.
The crowd of women clapped. Jasmine was furious. Following them to
the car she paused when she heard Saundra calling for Teresa. “I’ll
catch up with you,” Teresa told Maurice. He strode to the
car.
     
    Saundra was Teresa’s best
friend. They had known each other since fifth grade. Even though
that was the case, Saundra was completely different from Teresa.
Like sweet and sour. Her devotion to God always came first no
matter what the circumstances, although lately she’d been slipping
on her prayer. She tried to keep Teresa on the straight and narrow
but that didn’t always work. As a matter of fact it failed most of
the time. Whereas Saundra was a southern
family girl, Teresa was a southern Jezebel. Going after any and
every man she wanted. Teresa was not use to rejection, if she
didn’t have her way she would make a way.
     
    “ Why are
you spending money on him, I thought you were going out with
Daniel?” Saundra asked.
     
    “ Aren’t
we raising money?”
     
    “