"Owen what are you doing here?", I whisper. "What, can I not join this class?", Owen smirks. "I mean yeah, of course you ca-" I was cut off, "Owen and Islah is there a problem over there?", the teacher asks. "Not at all Mr. Black", Owen responds. "Good, then please pay attention." Owen rolls his eyes as Mr. Black looks away.
We sit through the rest of the boring ass class until finally the bell rings. "Hey do you wanna get lunch with me?", Owen asks me as we walk down the hall. "Actually, her and I had plans, thanks.", I hear Blake say behind me. Owen looks at me. "Do you know him?" "Yes it's a long story, I'll explain some other time." "You coming or what Islah?", Blake says as he impatiently waits at a locker. "Owen I'm going to join Blake but we'll definitely get lunch some other time.", I tell Owen as I start walking towards Blake.
"So how've you been?", Blake asks me as we start walking to a café for lunch. "Let's just cut to the chase Blake, what do you want?" "Fuck Islah am I not allowed to just talk to you? I have matured and moved on from my past." I just stare at him. "Look, I want to start over, give me another chance-" "No." "No? What do you mean? You're telling me you don't miss me? Everything we went through. Everything I did for you." "The only thing you did for me was make my life a living hell. Fuck you Blake.", I respond.
I go to leave but before I could, Blake grabs my wrist. "Ow! Don't touch me!", I shout. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. Please sit back down." "Don't fucking call me baby. I'm not your baby anymore.", I say to Blake. "You know what Islah, I was going to be nice but obviously it's not working. You're going to dump your little boyfriend and tell him to never talk to you again. Then you're going to date me whether you like it or not."
I stare at him in utter disbelief. "What?!", I tell him. "You're fucking insane. What makes you think I'd ever do that?" I say to Blake. "If you don't do this then I will tell everyone about your past. About how your mommy was never there for you, how she drank and drank until all her problems washed away, how she left when you were ten, and how she never wanted you in the first place." Blake tells me. "Screw you.", I say as I start tearing up. "Screw me? Huh, that reminds me. Why don't I also tell everyone how you killed our baby?!, Blake angrily says. "You can't do this to me!" "Oh yes I can", he tells me.
I can't take it anymore. I run back to campus and lay in bed for the rest of the day bawling and staring at the ceiling until I finally fall asleep. I don't care about my classes at this point.
I was starting to finally gain happiness.

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Slipping Through the Cracks of Our Hearts
RomanceLove comes in many forms. Sometimes love comes quickly, and sometimes people never actually fall in love. For Islah Jones, an 18-year-old girl starting fresh at her dream college in NYC that isn't the case. When a cocky, popular player with no inten...