Yes you are!

As you finally finish unpackingand setting up all of your stuff, you turn back to Jamal who's back on his phone.

Unbenounced to you, he was watching your fat ass jiggle the whole time, he even took pictures of it and send it into his Black homies group Chat. To show them the luck he has with his new roommate. Already getting messages of jelous banter back.

<some of the messages>

[Homies]

Jamal: Send a picture

Trent: DAMN BRO that white ass looks crazy PHAT!!!

Jason: fuck man that your new roommate???how are you this lucky?

Dior: If i didn't have Tylor id pounce on that thang in a heart beat!

Trent: bro who cares that white boy would beg on his knees for your cock, jelous sex is the best!!!

Ash: Leave some for us when you are finished with him, could use some thick white bubble butt!

Andre: dont talk about em like that, but damn that whitey got booty!!!

Dior: Fuck off Trent, i like that guy, his head game is insane!

Dior: I dont need two partners anyways!

Trent: don't knock it until you try it, having two mouths worship you at the same time is insane!

<...>

Jamal just chuckles at the discussion his pic created.

Not knowing whats going in in his phone, you smile at Jamal and say.

"Okay, looks like Im finished unpacking here, could you help me with my siutcase now?"

Jamal's eyes flicker up from his phone, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of you, Emile, blissfully unaware of the spectacle you've just provided. He sets his phone aside, the screen momentarily illuminating with the evidence of your unintentional display and its still vibrating with messages from his group chat.

But for now he rises from his bed with a nod.

"Sure thing, Emile."

He approaches, his tall, muscular frame, again, casting a shadow over you and with a single effortless motion, Jamal hoists the remaining suitcase onto the top shelf. He pauses, surveying the room: your pale walls covered in sunlit memories of your white family as his side is papered with bold Black, Power posters.

His deep-set eyes flicker to the family photos on your wall.

"You've got a nice place here," he comments, his voice a low rumble as he studies everything you have set up, his eyes briefly drift toward the white family photos you've placed on the wall, a stark contrast to the powerful imagery of Black pride and empowerment on his side of the room. The difference couldent be more obvious.

His gaze lingers on the image of your family, a hint of something predatory flickering across his face before he masks it with a friendly smile. "They seem nice," he remarks, turning his attention back to you.

"Oh yea they are great, I love my family. There is also my best friend Emma, with her boyfriend, we are a great group back home"

pointing at a photo of you with a fair-haired girl and a tall, muscular Black guy. “That’s Emma, my best friend, and her boyfriend James. He’s the one who got us marching in BLM protests back in Germany. Hes really dedicated to community service just like you.”

Jamal’s lips curve into a polite smile, though you sense a hidden spark of recognition when he spots James. “That’s admirable, your support for the movement.”

He gives you a smile, "Cool picture. It's great that you and especially Emma are so supportive of the black community and James's activism," he says, his voice carrying a note of approval.

You dont pay much attention to his undertones, not hearing that Jamal is deeply sure that Emma has probably submitted to black men and the community for years, or at least since she started dating James.

He pauses for a moment, letting the approving sentiment hang in the air before continuing. "It shows you have an open mind and a willingness to engage with issues that matter." His eyes lock onto yours, a subtle hint of his true intentions lurking beneath the surface of his seemingly genuine praise.

"But now, let's get you acquainted with the campus. There's a lot to see, and I'd be happy to show you around."

"Great then lets go!" you say excitedly.

Jamal's voice is a smooth, inviting melody as he extends his arm towards the door, gesturing for you to lead the way. "After you, Emile. Let's start this adventure. There's a whole new world waiting for you outside these dorm walls, and I'm just the guy to guide you through it."

As you eagerly head towards the door, Jamal can't help but smirk at the oblivious enthusiasm radiating off of you. "You're in for quite the experience, Emile," he murmurs, almost to himself, as he follows you out of the room, his mind already spinning with plans and possibilities.

Outside, the college pulse thrums through the air: laughter, shouted greetings, the flutter of multicolored banners advertising every club imaginable. Jamal guides you past redbrick buildings draped in ivy, recounting legends of secret societies and time-honored traditions, all the while carefully observing your reactions and gauging your level of interest and engagement.

He skillfully intertwines tales of the campus's storied past with anecdotes from his own experiences, painting a vivid picture that captivates your attention. Every so often, his hand 'accidentally' brushes against your shoulder or back, innocent touches that nonetheless leave a warm imprint on your skin. These seemingly innocent touches are actually a calculated move to establish a physical connection between the two of you.

With each casual touch, Jamal is carefully weaving a web of familiarity, breaking down barriers and quickly fostering an environment of trust and camaraderie. All the while, his true intentions remain hidden behind his charming facade and engaging conversation.

"Oh, and over there," Jamal points to a group of students gathered around a large oak tree, "is where the Black Students Association holds our outdoor meetings."

You squint in the evening light and say “Oh nice, I saw them earlier on my way to our room."

It is still a intermingleing of black and white students with some imterracial cupples.

"They Look nice! Want to go over?" You ask, but add in a concerned voice " but I hope they dont mind my accent and at times questionable word choices" you joke.

Jamal places a large hand on your back. "Don't worry about it, Emile," he reassures you with a confident grin. "They're a friendly bunch, and I'm sure they'll appreciate your interest. Plus your accent’s an asset, it’ll stand out in a good way.”

With your concernes taken care of, the larger man leads you over to the lively group of his friends, his presence commanding immediate attention.

As you approach the group, Jamal raises his hand in greeting. "Hey everyone," he calls out, his voice carrying effortlessly over the conversations taking place. The chatter dies down as all eyes turn towards the two of you.

"This is Emile, my new roommate from Germany," Jamal introduces you, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder. "He's here on exchange, switched with Samuel, that fucker is probably already having a great time in Germany, so let's make Emile feel welcome here!"

You offer a shy wave and introduce yourself. Warm smiles and welcoming nods greet you. For a moment, you linger in that inclusive bubble, until Jamal claps a hands onto your back.

“I’ll catch up with you in a bit, got some things to discuss with my brothers,” he says, then nods at a predominantly white subgroup. “Why don’t you head over there, Emile?”