Despite a few obstacles that she's had in her life, Treyana refused to become another statistic. She is a 28-year-old African American single mother of 13-year-old twins and is living in a low-income housing project. She had her daughters, Briana and Bernice, when she was only 15. Due to her pregnancy, Treyana had to drop out of the 10th grade.
Being a young teen mother of twins was no easy task for the beautiful young girl, but she'd gotten a lot of help from her mom, who had Treyana when she was only 15, and her grandmother. Unfortunately, the help only lasted a few years because her grandmother suddenly became severely ill and bedridden. It was when her grandmother was on her death bed that Treyana promised her grandmother that she'd one day return to school to graduate. As luck would have it, years went by before she was ever able to attend night school. Eventually it happened.
At 25, Treyana received her G.E.D. and promised her mom that it wouldn't stop there. One year later, and while working as a waitress in a nearby restaurant, Treyana began attending a local community college in hopes of receiving an associate's degree in business administration, which has opened a whole new world for her. She met a lot of new friends there. One of whom was Brad, a 19 year old white guy who used to be a linebacker for his high school football team. They basically met when assigned to work together.
Dr. Pam Douglas, their business administration professor, paired up every student of her class and assigned them several different types of projects to write a report on. Treyana was hoping to be paired with one of the black students, but, since she was only one of three, she knew it would be a very slim chance. Instead, she was paired with 6'3" brown haired, brown eyed, Brad. Unfortunately,the two started out with some complications.
Dr. Douglas said, "You two are separate business owners who decide to merge your businesses to form a partnership. I want you two to work on an outline of the business, draw up some type of blue prints or floor plans, and come up with a budget to explain how you intend to finance the business and its ventures. I expect you to present it to the class in three weeks."
Before leaving class, the two argued as to what type of business it would be. Brad insisted on a sporting goods franchise while Treyana insisted on a beauty supply store. For a 5'2" woman, Treyana had a voice that carried, so when she would argue, it seemed as if she was talking loudly or even yelling. When they couldn't agree on anything, Brad simply grabbed his books and notebooks and told Treyana, "Sounds to me like somebody hasn't gotten laid in a while. Maybe you won't be so bitchy." He quickly walked out of the class before Treyana could respond.
Throughout the day and while attending her other classes, Treyana could not get the statement out of her mind. At first, she laughed it off. Getting laid used to be the least of her worries. She's been with her boyfriend, Terrance, for 2 years, and they have always been very sexual. In fact, Terrance had often teased her of being a nymphomaniac. But with her work schedule and taking care of the twins, her sex life with Terrance had lessened to just once a week and sometimes less. She flat out refused to think that Brad had hit a nerve with her. "He's just an immature ass boy", she thought.
However, days then weeks passed, and the two still hadn't begun their project. Often Brad would try to set up a time and place for them to meet, but Treyana was too busy with her job to pursue the project with him. Finally, she told him, "I got an idea. Come up with a plan that we can work on, and we can meet this weekend before the project is due. I'll ask my manager if I can have the weekend off, and I'll make it up during the week. He'll understand."
"Fine", Brad replied, "so where would you like us to meet?"
"How about your place? Or, would your parents be offended to have a black person in their house?"
"Don't say that, Treyana. My folks aren't like that. My place is fine. I'll pick up some beer and pizza for us to snack on as we're working. The project is due that following Friday so hopefully we can put our heads together and work something out." Brad then wrote the directions to his parents house for Treyana and it was a set date.
That Friday, Treyana prepared herself as simple as she could get. She wore a pair of baggy knee high shorts, a t-shirt, and a black bandana around her hair. As she put it, she wanted to dress as she would for a weekend around the house kind of event. After three bus rides, she arrived at Brad's parents' house at 3 p.m. She was impressed to see a BMW parked in their driveway and figured that his parents had great careers--one that she would like to one day have. She knocked on the door, and Brad opened the door wearing sweatpants and a tank top.
"Oh good, you're here. Were the directions helpful?" Brad asked.
"Very helpful, thank you," she replied. As Treyana entered the house, Brad looked around outside. "Are you making sure that your white neighbors didn't see the nigger girl coming in the house?"
"No, I was looking for the car that you drove here in."
"Oh, don't worry. I caught the bus here. My boyfriend will pick me up when he gets off work tonight, if it's okay with you."
"Oh sure, I'm sure we're be able to get a lot of our work done and finish it up by Sunday or Monday."
"So will I get to meet the couple who conceived you?", Treyana said jokingly.
"I'm afraid not, Treyana. They had to go out of town this weekend."
Treyana suddenly got upset and told Brad, "You son of a bitch. You knew that all along. I'm not staying in this house alone with you. Just like a typical immature boy, you think you can get an easy piece of ass from this nigger girl. I'm........"
"No, Treyana, I had no idea that they were leaving until this morning, and please stop using that "N" word. I don't feel that way about you, and I don't talk like that."
Brad grabbed Treyana's hand as she reached for the door to leave and led her to the living room where she could see the work that he'd prepared for their project. She was surprised to see that it was all laid out and well-arranged. The budget was prepared, and the floor plans were complete with the help of his father who once took drafting in college.
"All that we have left to do, Treyana, is complete the outline and profile of the business. That's where you come in. I figured that you can put a tender woman's touch to it and make it look good for us."
Treyana was impressed Brad had created a way to incorporate both of their interests into one business by creating an athletic club, which he called, "All-N-One Athletic Club".
The two spent hours coming up with a budget and creating a profile. While working together on it, they occassionally ate pizza, which was delivered minutes after Treyana arrived, and drank loads of bottles of beers. In fact, Treyana noticed that they were drinking quite a bit more than they were eating, and it seemed that the beers were non-stop because Brad was always going to the kitchen to retain more beers for them.
Finally, by 7 p.m., they decided to take a break from the project, where they continued to eat, drink, and talk a lot. The two sat on the floor of the living room and talked for an hour. Treyana sat on one leg as she extended the other in front of her. This caused her knee high shorts to slide halfway up her legs and reveal her beautiful, firm dark mocha colored thighs.
"So tell me about yourself, Treyana. What kind of person are you when you're not uptight about anything?" Brad asked.
"Very funny. Well, I'm 28, mother of 13-year-old twin girls, been there done that kind of life. My mom's babysitting my darlings right now. Dating a guy for about two years, and, no, he's not my kids' father."
"If you don't mind me asking, where is the father?"
"Well, we went our separate ways after the kids were born. He didn't want any part of them, but child welfare department had other plans for him." Treyana laughed as the beer began taking its toll on her. She was not drunk yet, but she could feel that she was pretty tipsy.
