The Transformation of Tiffani - Chapter 3
With mid-terms finally over, Danny and I decided to go out and celebrate as boyfriend and girlfriend. He was supposed to pick me up at 6 pm on Saturday, so we could go to a nice casual dining restaurant...not fast food...then go to see a movie that I’d been wanting to see. If everything went right, I was planning to make Danny a very happy man after we got back to my dorm room. You see, I was planning on giving him the honor of taking my virginity. We had brought each other to orgasm last week and he never really pushed the issue since then. He’s been a really good study partner and an even better friend to me, so it only made sense in my eyes. Besides, that would leave HSU with one less virgin on campus. LOL. Plus, it would give us at least half a semester to fuck our brains out before I got a new roommate.
I was actually ready by 5 pm, hoping he’d come early. But 5 pm turned to 6 pm, 6 pm turned to 7 pm, 7 pm turned to 8 pm, and 8 pm turned to 9 pm. I tried calling and texting Danny, but I got no response. This wasn’t like him to be this late and not have the decency to let me know what was going on. We never had a fight before, but I knew this one wasn’t going to be pretty. I was starving, pissed, and all of our plans had gone to shit at this point.
Right about 9:30 pm, guess who finally knocked on my door. Yup, you guessed it, Danny. When I opened the door he walked straight in, no “hello”, no “I’m sorry”, nothing. Ignoring the fact that he was sweating profusely and looked disheveled, I immediately ripped into him. “Where the fuck were you? You’re three and a half hours late! I’ve been trying to call you, but you don’t answer! What the fuck is wrong with you, Danny?!”
Danny kept pacing back and forth, not listening to anything I had just said. He then stopped in front of me, “Look, I’m sorry about tonight. It’s just that...It’s complicated...I’m also in a little bit of trouble.”
“A little bit of trouble? You mean with something besides me?”
“I owe a guy some cash and now he’s looking for me. I just need to stay here for the night and I’ll fix things in the morning. I promise!”
“Wait, wait, wait. Someone’s looking for you and you want to hide out HERE in my dorm room? Are you fucking nuts?!”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got no where else to go.”
“Danny how much do you owe this guy? Fifty? A Hundred dollars?”
“No...more like...more like Five-Thousand.”
“SHIT, Danny! What the hell did you do? Wreck his car?”
“No! It’s nothing like that. I promise! It’s just that I...I...was supposed to sell some of his stuff, then he’d give me a cut of the profits. But now I don’t have the money.”
“This money, what happened to it? Did you lose it?”
Danny let out a sigh, and turned away from me. After a long pause, he said, “I spent it.”
“On what?”
“You, I spent it on YOU! All those lunches we had after class. Everything I bought for you when we went shopping. I spent it all on you.”
“Wait, what about tonight? Dinner, movie. Were you going to pay for this with the same money you owed?
“Yes, but…”
“And this stuff you were supposed to sell, what was it?” I had a feeling it might have been pharmaceuticals.
But before Danny could answer, there was another knock on my door. Followed by, “Danny Boy, are you in there? I could hear your voice from all the way down the hall.”
The first thing out of Danny’s mouth was, “SHIT!”
The voice continued, “Come on Danny Boy, just let me in and we’ll straighten this all out, I promise. I’m not going to beat your sorry white ass up like last time. We just need to come to a compromise. So, what do you say Danny Boy, are we going to talk or what?”
I looked at Danny and I was starting to fume. It was bad enough that all this shit happened tonight, but now I’ve got some stranger standing outside my doorway looking to collect on money my so-called “boyfriend” had already spent on me. This was great...just great. My night was going from bad to worse.
Danny looked at me and said, “Don’t...”
I stared back and said, “Look...this guy, whoever he is, knows you’re here. You may as well deal with him now.”
Over Danny’s protests, I walked to the door and opened it, only to find a rather large black guy standing there with a big shit ass grin on his face. He was about 6’4, 220 lbs, muscular athletic build, and very clean cut. He looked at me and said, “May I come in?” To which I sarcastically replied, “Suuuure.”
He made a beeline to Danny and said, “Danny Boy, so this is where you’ve been hiding all this time. Funny, this doesn’t look like a guy’s dorm room.”
To which Danny, sheepishly replied, “It’s...it’s Tiffani’s.”
The guy then turned to me, “Tiffani’s? Oh, I’m sorry, we haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Deshawn, one of Danny’s…how should I say...associates. Are you Danny’s girlfriend?”
I side glared at Danny, “After tonight...I don’t know.”
Deshawn jokingly said, “Ah, a lover’s quarrel.”
Danny interjected, “Listen, what’s going on between Tiffani and I is none of your business. So, let’s just stick to you and me, OK?”
Deshawn sounding serious in a soft tone, told Danny, “I think you forgot what I told you a long time ago...if anything goes down, what’s yours...is mine.”
I honestly had no idea what the fuck they were talking about. But Deshawn sat down on my bed and motioned me to sit next to him. He then told Danny to sit on the chair next to my desk a few feet away.
Deshawn looked at me and asked, “So Tiffani, how do you feel about your boyfriend tonight?”
“I’m pissed at him for ruining our night. I’m also hurt about what I think he may have been doing behind my back.”
Deshawn with a concerned look, said to me, “Oh, that sounds to me like someone is under a lot of stress and needs to relieve her tension.” He then pulled out a silver flask from his pocket. Danny’s eyes got wide when he saw it. Deshawn continued, “I think someone needs a little hit of this to make her tension...melt away.”
Danny interjected, “Tiffani, no! You don’t need that.”
Deshawn glanced back at Danny, “Was I talking to you, Danny Boy?”
I stared at the flask as Deshawn waved it in front of me. I then glared at Danny, remembering how he fucked up what was supposed to be a wonderful evening together. Even though I never really drank alcohol, except for the rare sip of champagne on New Years Eve...in my mind, I had already resigned to the fact that I really needed this. So I grabbed the flask from Deshawn, unscrewed the top, and took a quick gulp. Oh my God! It started to burn as it went down my throat. My eyes got really big and I started coughing.
Deshawn started to laugh, “Looks like someone can’t handle her alcohol.” Feeling a little defiant and taking offense at what Deshawn just said, I stared at Deshawn and took another gulp from his flask. This time it went down smoother, probably because my throat was a little numb after the first gulp.
Danny said in a concerned tone, “Tiffani, that’s enough. Now...put the flask down.”
Just then, a flood of emotions hit me. I glared back at Danny, “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, asshole.” I then put the flask to my mouth, tilted my head back, and drank every last drop that was in it.
Deshawn started clapping his hands with a big shit ass grin on his face. Turning to Danny, he said, “Wow, it looks like your girlfriend has a lot of pent up anger and emotion in her. But don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of her.”
Danny started slumping forward in the chair with both his hands covering his face. It almost sounded as though he was...starting to cry. But, why? Did he know something that I didn’t?
I was actually ready by 5 pm, hoping he’d come early. But 5 pm turned to 6 pm, 6 pm turned to 7 pm, 7 pm turned to 8 pm, and 8 pm turned to 9 pm. I tried calling and texting Danny, but I got no response. This wasn’t like him to be this late and not have the decency to let me know what was going on. We never had a fight before, but I knew this one wasn’t going to be pretty. I was starving, pissed, and all of our plans had gone to shit at this point.
Right about 9:30 pm, guess who finally knocked on my door. Yup, you guessed it, Danny. When I opened the door he walked straight in, no “hello”, no “I’m sorry”, nothing. Ignoring the fact that he was sweating profusely and looked disheveled, I immediately ripped into him. “Where the fuck were you? You’re three and a half hours late! I’ve been trying to call you, but you don’t answer! What the fuck is wrong with you, Danny?!”
Danny kept pacing back and forth, not listening to anything I had just said. He then stopped in front of me, “Look, I’m sorry about tonight. It’s just that...It’s complicated...I’m also in a little bit of trouble.”
“A little bit of trouble? You mean with something besides me?”
“I owe a guy some cash and now he’s looking for me. I just need to stay here for the night and I’ll fix things in the morning. I promise!”
“Wait, wait, wait. Someone’s looking for you and you want to hide out HERE in my dorm room? Are you fucking nuts?!”
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got no where else to go.”
“Danny how much do you owe this guy? Fifty? A Hundred dollars?”
“No...more like...more like Five-Thousand.”
“SHIT, Danny! What the hell did you do? Wreck his car?”
“No! It’s nothing like that. I promise! It’s just that I...I...was supposed to sell some of his stuff, then he’d give me a cut of the profits. But now I don’t have the money.”
“This money, what happened to it? Did you lose it?”
Danny let out a sigh, and turned away from me. After a long pause, he said, “I spent it.”
“On what?”
“You, I spent it on YOU! All those lunches we had after class. Everything I bought for you when we went shopping. I spent it all on you.”
“Wait, what about tonight? Dinner, movie. Were you going to pay for this with the same money you owed?
“Yes, but…”
“And this stuff you were supposed to sell, what was it?” I had a feeling it might have been pharmaceuticals.
But before Danny could answer, there was another knock on my door. Followed by, “Danny Boy, are you in there? I could hear your voice from all the way down the hall.”
The first thing out of Danny’s mouth was, “SHIT!”
The voice continued, “Come on Danny Boy, just let me in and we’ll straighten this all out, I promise. I’m not going to beat your sorry white ass up like last time. We just need to come to a compromise. So, what do you say Danny Boy, are we going to talk or what?”
I looked at Danny and I was starting to fume. It was bad enough that all this shit happened tonight, but now I’ve got some stranger standing outside my doorway looking to collect on money my so-called “boyfriend” had already spent on me. This was great...just great. My night was going from bad to worse.
Danny looked at me and said, “Don’t...”
I stared back and said, “Look...this guy, whoever he is, knows you’re here. You may as well deal with him now.”
Over Danny’s protests, I walked to the door and opened it, only to find a rather large black guy standing there with a big shit ass grin on his face. He was about 6’4, 220 lbs, muscular athletic build, and very clean cut. He looked at me and said, “May I come in?” To which I sarcastically replied, “Suuuure.”
He made a beeline to Danny and said, “Danny Boy, so this is where you’ve been hiding all this time. Funny, this doesn’t look like a guy’s dorm room.”
To which Danny, sheepishly replied, “It’s...it’s Tiffani’s.”
The guy then turned to me, “Tiffani’s? Oh, I’m sorry, we haven’t been formally introduced, I’m Deshawn, one of Danny’s…how should I say...associates. Are you Danny’s girlfriend?”
I side glared at Danny, “After tonight...I don’t know.”
Deshawn jokingly said, “Ah, a lover’s quarrel.”
Danny interjected, “Listen, what’s going on between Tiffani and I is none of your business. So, let’s just stick to you and me, OK?”
Deshawn sounding serious in a soft tone, told Danny, “I think you forgot what I told you a long time ago...if anything goes down, what’s yours...is mine.”
I honestly had no idea what the fuck they were talking about. But Deshawn sat down on my bed and motioned me to sit next to him. He then told Danny to sit on the chair next to my desk a few feet away.
Deshawn looked at me and asked, “So Tiffani, how do you feel about your boyfriend tonight?”
“I’m pissed at him for ruining our night. I’m also hurt about what I think he may have been doing behind my back.”
Deshawn with a concerned look, said to me, “Oh, that sounds to me like someone is under a lot of stress and needs to relieve her tension.” He then pulled out a silver flask from his pocket. Danny’s eyes got wide when he saw it. Deshawn continued, “I think someone needs a little hit of this to make her tension...melt away.”
Danny interjected, “Tiffani, no! You don’t need that.”
Deshawn glanced back at Danny, “Was I talking to you, Danny Boy?”
I stared at the flask as Deshawn waved it in front of me. I then glared at Danny, remembering how he fucked up what was supposed to be a wonderful evening together. Even though I never really drank alcohol, except for the rare sip of champagne on New Years Eve...in my mind, I had already resigned to the fact that I really needed this. So I grabbed the flask from Deshawn, unscrewed the top, and took a quick gulp. Oh my God! It started to burn as it went down my throat. My eyes got really big and I started coughing.
Deshawn started to laugh, “Looks like someone can’t handle her alcohol.” Feeling a little defiant and taking offense at what Deshawn just said, I stared at Deshawn and took another gulp from his flask. This time it went down smoother, probably because my throat was a little numb after the first gulp.
Danny said in a concerned tone, “Tiffani, that’s enough. Now...put the flask down.”
Just then, a flood of emotions hit me. I glared back at Danny, “Don’t you dare tell me what to do, asshole.” I then put the flask to my mouth, tilted my head back, and drank every last drop that was in it.
Deshawn started clapping his hands with a big shit ass grin on his face. Turning to Danny, he said, “Wow, it looks like your girlfriend has a lot of pent up anger and emotion in her. But don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of her.”
Danny started slumping forward in the chair with both his hands covering his face. It almost sounded as though he was...starting to cry. But, why? Did he know something that I didn’t?
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