Divided by politics . . . united by love.
The relationship between Congressman Brandon Jefferson Wingate and activist Kenya Paul, is, for lack of a better word, complicated. They’re two people from different worlds with clashing ideologies. Even the things they do have in common, like being the children of wealthy parents is cause for debate. **I had to change a few things about the story, since Hillary didn’t win Sorry for the delay.**
“Hey, how are you?” Brandon’s voice was friendly and upbeat.
Kenya’s reply was cold. “What do you want?”
“I-I thought we could get together.”
“I miss you. I-”
Kenya hung up, turning her phone off in case he called back. As she walked up the stairway to get to her dorm room, girlish laughter and wall thuds greeted her ears. Mo and two other girls were coming down the hall, heading her way. Kenya put a practiced smile on her face. One girl draped a possessive arm over Mo’s shoulders before they all met.
Kenya spoke first. “Hey Mo.” Since she didn’t know the names of the other girls, she just said, “Hey.”