A test of Love - Navaura Campbell (best management books of all time .txt) 📗

items out of her bag and stocked them on the shelf as well. Neema stared at the stuffed animals she'd forged on to the shelf. Was it normal to carry stuffed animals with you to college? Her gaze going to the girl's face, she noticed brunetter colored hair cut in a short style, deep set brown eyes and cherry red lips. Her face looked squeaky clean. Neema stared, not sure about whether or not the girl could be considered beautiful or pretty or what. Her face was diamond shaped with whispy bangs in front. The girl's eyes came up to meet hers. She gave Neema a smile. Neema supposed a smile could do wonders for such a plain face." I'm Carrine, you call me Carrie."
"Carrine?" Neema quarried, her gaze flickering over the girl's long coat.
Neema narrowed her eyes. "Ok, well Carri...where are you from?"
"Some place cold." She stated, her attention going back to the box she was unpacking.
Neema heard the chill in her voice. This perplexed her. "Sounds nice."
Carrine turned cold eyes to her, "It's too cold, that's why I moved here."
"I'll have you know, that Virginia has some of the coldest winters there are anywhere."
Carrine sighed and grabbed the box off the bed. Sitting it beside her desk, she murmered, "I'm sure I'll find somebody to keep me warm."
Neema sighed, "Yeah, there's plenty of guys around here for that." She went into the sitting room in the back of their dorm room and grabbed a book she'd gotten from Denise's collection and opened it. Going to her bed, she dropped down on top the spread and wondered why a student would transfer universities in the end of the fall semester.

Carrine flickered her phone open and dialed Jordan's number, a smile on her face. Her room mate was absorbed in whatever novel she was reading.
He picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Tag, you're it." She stated with a laugh.
"As of right now, my number's changed." Just like that, the dial tone was heard and Carrine felt the rage begin in her. What the hell was his deal? Why did he have to hurt her like this? What did she do to deserve this? Sighing, she threw her cell on the bed and went to the door. Opening it, she went out side the dorm room, shutting it behind her.
She cleared her throat and made her way outside. She had to find a way to fix this. He didn't have much time left. He reminded her so much of Todd. She'd loved Todd to the fullest, only to have this very thing happen to her. Inhaling sharply, she whispered, "Damn it Jordan, get it together."

"I think we should at-least give Jordan a shot at another scholarship, coach, he's really good and we could use him on the team."
"Kwan, you know scholarships are only given out at the beginning of the year. It's too late for him to apply now."
"I know, but he's really good. He could actually help us get to the championship."
Coach Alan Trine looked Kwan in the eyes. "I understand that, Kwan, but it's out of my hands till next semester."
"Do you know who he is? Jordan Williams?"
"I know who he is, Kwan. He'd been offered a scholarship two years ago, but had declined. It's not that hard to remember him, considering out of a town of about eighteen hundred people, he was the mvp out of the district."
"Good."
"Look, bring him in for a practice run with the rest of the team and we'll see how he does. I can't promise that he'll get a scholarship come next fall, but I can prepare him for that."
Kwan smiled, "Thanks Coach."
Kwan dropped the basketball and made his way out of the building.

Jordan flipped the lid to his phone closed and placed it inside the jacket that hung inside his closet. He would definitely have to get his number changed now. He already knew that if any of this type of activity came anywhere near Denise, she would be pissed at him, thinking that he'd kept in touch with Carrine, when that wasn't even the case. Going to the fridge, he pulled out a can of soda.

Going to his roommate's computer, he pulled out a chair and turned on the device. Going to a yahoo website, he checked his email. There were three different messages there. One from Lasaire, his cousin, another from A job he'd applied for in downtown Richmond and a third from the school, telling him of his acceptance into the fall year with partial financial aid. He sighed, atleast he would be able to pay for half of his tuition, now he'd need the other half. Sighing, he opened the email and found the four classes he'd registered for that fall and found that only three of them were covered and with the remaining two, the total was equal to thousand dollars per course. That was not including the remaining materials that were needed. Paper, Pencils, and a bag plus any other materials that would be added to the course once it began.

Sighing, he closed out that email and went into the second one, in which Lasaire had written him telling him that she was into her senior year at California State. She was also engaged to her boyfriend of two years now, Kyle Forsicth, who was a junior. From her other letters, it was known that Kyle was a british guy with brown hair and light brown eyes to match. He also was very smart in mechanics. He was going for a degree in Mechanical Engineer. That was the perfect match for her. He couldn't remember what degree she was going for, which sucked because they emailed each other often. He closed out that one and went into the third one.
It was from a company in downtown Richmond, who was looking for a secretary in their construction company. Someone not only to do paperwork, but run errands and help out with moving the construction if necessary. Jordan sighed, he didn't know if he wanted to go into that again. Sure the pay was great, but it wasn't all that cracked up. He decided to take a trip down town later in the week to go see what the job looked like. There was never a confirmation better than the company itself. He would go and talk to the manager maybe tomorrow or the day after that.

Jordan closed his emails and switched off the computer manually. Getting up, he went back to his room and did the one thing he had to do. Study.

Kwan locked the door to his vehicle and climbed the stairs leading to the guys facilities. Grabbing the door, he tried to pull it open. It wouldn't budge. Glancing down, he noticed there was a buzzer for each room. Pressing the one that was Jordan's,he waited a minute before he heard his voice. "Hello?"
"Jordan, it's me Kwan, I wanted to talk to you about something."
"What's up?"
Kwan ran his hands along thick leather, " I know you don't expect me to stand out here in the freezing cold and have a conversation?" the buzzer beeped and Kwan was let into the place.
Once he was upstairs to his dorm, Jordan opened the door. Together they walked inside. "What's up?" He asked as soon as he entered the house. Jordan shrugged his shoulders. "Studying."
Kwan laughed, "I thought you had a girlfriend?" He teased.
"I do, she's just gone right now."
"Why is it that every-time I happen to come over here, she's just gone?"
"Because you always seem to want to show up when she leave." Jordan threw back at him.
"Oh, well, guess what?"
"What?" Jordan inquired, making his way back to his desk.
"I got you an audition with coach for Monday, pertaining to a scholarship for next fall."
Jordan stopped in his tracks, turned to face Kwan, his face in shock. "What?"
"I said I..."
"I know what you said, man, but why?"
"Well, I wanted to help you get back on track Jay. I know how it is out here with no family and I see that you could be a valuable commodity to the team."
Jordan frowned, "A valuable commodity? And how did you know I didn't have any family out here?"
"Trey said that he and Denise happened to be in the same course on Thursday mornings and they got to talking and he found out that she was your girl. Well, the conversation went further and she told him that you didn't have any family."
For some reason, hearing this briefing was enough to cause Jordan a lot of irritation. He didn't need anyone feeling sorry for him. "I appreciate the effort Kwan, but I'm perfectly capable of paying my own way through school." The words came out a little harsher than he wanted, his tone hard.
Kwan humped his shoulders, "Look man, I just thought you could use the extra cash considering your circumstances."
Jordan turned heated eyes upon him, "What circumstances?"
"Come on Jay, I'm not trying to give you a pity party or anything, just let you know, I know what it's like for you to be without your family."
Inhaling sharply, Jordan stood up, "Will you leave please?"
Kwan swallowed putting his hands up in a truce, "Look man, there's no need to be ashamed to ask for help when you need it."
Jordan swallowed, feeling a lump in his throat. Going to the door, he opened it. Glancing at Kwan in the eyes, he said, "I don't need your sympathy, I can do it on my own."
Kwan narrowed his eyes, intrigued. He'd never seen anyone turn down free money, especially when they needed it. "Come on Jay."
"I appreciate your help, Kwan." These words were final.
Kwan nodded his head and then exited the room.
Jordan closed the door and went to his phone, picking it up, he dialed Denise's number.

Denise was in the dressing room of a Victoria's Secret, trying on a black silk corset with matching underwear and a pair of knee high panty hose. Sheer as usual with gold streaked hearts going down the back of the hose, matching the gold hearts that were embroidered in the top of the rounded cups that held her breasts. The corset was really nice, it tightened in the back with a strap that went around the neck. Sighing, she adjusted the cups to fit her bust size and smiled. This looked great on her. Jordan would surely love this. Just then, the phone clipped to her pants went off. She fumbled around the dressing room to reach the pockets. Once grasping the phone, she pulled it out of her bag and seeing that it was his number, a grin came to her features as she said in a chipper voice, "Hey baby, what's up?"
"Do you and Trey have a class together?" His voice sounded heated.
"We have a couple together, why?"
"I don't need you telling my business Denise." He sneered.
Denise glanced in the mirror, frowning, "What?"
"You told him that I didn't have any family up here?"
Denise shook her head irritatedly. "I didn't see any harm in saying that, it was just conversation."
"Conversation? Denise, do you know any of these people here?"
Denise shrugged, "I was being friendly Jordan."
"You don't know what his motive is when it comes to you."
Denise put a hand on her hip, "I thought you didn't have a problem with him talking to me?"
Jordan sighed, frustrated, "I do when you talk about my personal information. What else did you tell him?"
"It was just conversation Jordan." Denise stated. Already debating on not getting the corset.
"Conversation, it doesn't matter. He