Is that guy stealing snacks?

Jillian's eyes are drawn to the guy in the black hoodie. Total gamer vibe. He's grabbing items from the tables and seems to be stuffing them into his backpack. He looks up with a nervous energy and makes eye contact with Jillian. He gives a sort of nod, and then winks at her, before zipping up his backpack and walking towards her. At the last minute though he sidesteps and brushes past her while going down the hallway to leave the building.

"Our little secret Red." He says as he walks past.

Jillian decides to walk over to survey what's left. There's still a mixture of power bars, energy drinks, and assorted candy. She sees what looks like a jawbreaker, a large round hard candy ball almost an inch in diameter, in wrapper that says "Power Sucker." She always had a sweet tooth as a kid, what's the harm?

She opens the wrapper to see that the candy ball is almost jet black, which makes her worry that it's licorice flavor. But the smell ... she can't place it, but it is almost tropical, like the smell of coconut and lime. She pops the ball into her mouth and feels the texture with her tongue. It almost starts fizzle, like a poprock, but slower, with the intense flavor coating her tongue. It's delicious! Almost a hint of something dark and sweet ...

"Hello there! I haven't met you yet, I'm DeShawn." She's suddenly standing in front of a tall, broad chested black guy who is dressed in sharp business casual, a purple tie with a small metal tip clip in front with some Greek lettering. He grins, showing a bright smile. His brown eyes sparkle with a warmth as his hand rests on Jillian's right shoulder and guides her closer to where he's standing.

"And this here is Nala," he says as he's gesturing to a black woman next to him who is a beautiful as he is handsome. She is taller than Jillian with a slender body that gives her a pain of jealousy--she could never become that thin. Her shoulders are bare from beneath her purple off the shoulder dress, matching DeShawn's tie, and show defined muscle as she holds her hand out to Jillian.

"Nala, pleasure to meet you. We're both here as representatives of Greek life. DeShawn here is with Beta Nu Omega and I'm with Koppa Omega Sigma."

"Hewwwoo ..." Oh my god, Jillian covers her mouth as she realizes that her mouth has gone numb from the candy.

DeShawn laughs. "Oh, did you try one of the Power Suckers? Yeah, they can be a real hindrance." Despite his laugh, Jillian doesn't think he's laughing at her, just sharing the moment. Realizing the situation she is in, she begins to try to suck on the ball more to make it dissolve faster.

"With the emphasis on racial reconciliation, while also protecting the school's historically black heritage, the school decided that it would be best if new non-Black students were integrated into only two main Greek groups. That way the other Black fraternities and sororities maintain their purity and strength." Nala smiles as she explains, but for a moment Jillian sees a flash of something behind her eyes--like an anger? Or an intention?

"Tank woo!" Jillian still can't speak but she's determined to **** her way through this. "I'm soooo 'cided to learn more 'bout da' school an' its culshure! I grewwww up in Awica!"

DeShawn stifles another laugh, and Nala gives her another look. She can do this, just need to suck this down more. The tingling in her tongue feels like it's spread to her entire body, reminding her of the one time she had too much coffee in one day.

"Oh I should warn you ..." Nala starts to talk but Jillian is distracted trying to suck, she feels the ball has gotten smaller already and she's making progress. Probing it with her tongue she pushes and ...

POP! The hard candy coating of the ball seems to collapse in one point and she feels a rich, creamy center start to coat her tongue. But it starts to fizzle and pop in her mouth, almost like it's expanding. She feels the foam expanding in her mouth, filling it up. She starts to swallow but there's more than she can get down, the rapidly expanding mixture suddenly fills up the back of her throat and tickles. She gags and feels two streams erupt from her nose, and she catches her mouth with her hand feeling it spill out over her sweater.

"There's a surprise center." Nala finishes.

It feels like the entire room has gone silent with everyone looking at Jillian. Her sweater is coated with the foamy white mixture that erupted from the center of the ball--how was there so much in one just ball? The scent of coconut, lime, and that sweet darkness from before is coating her senses and she's' barely aware of any other taste or scent. Nala looks sympathetically.

"Here let's go clean you up. DeShawn, I trust you won't get into any trouble while I'm gone?"

DeShawn holds up his right hand in a salute, "Scouts honor!" he says. But as Jillian leaves she feels his other hand brush up against her, almost as if it's trying to cup a feel of her ass. Her body already tingling she can't tell for sure.

Nala and Jillian walk out to find the bathroom.