Draya.
A week later...
I had just come from a meeting with the Superintendent, both principals, my counselor and therapist.
They've all agreed that since I have my credits to graduate, that I don't need to set foot in this school until it's time for rehearsals.
That's fine by me. My pregnant ass was sick of walking up and down these damn stairs anyway.
I'm extremely grateful though. I made it. I've endured numerous counts of bullshit over the course of these last four years and it's paying off. I'm moving on to bigger and better things and this is the start.
Today is my last day of high school.
Damn. Time flew by.
And to think, I made it without drama, unnecessary people, and friends period. Rod, Sneak, and August came into my life during a tough time and I eventually got close to them. Brooklyn just so happened to be understanding and we clicked. Malanii was always my best friend, we just fell off along the way.
And even mentioning August, he's called many times over this last week and I haven't answered any of them. When he said he didn't want shit else to do with me, I took that shit to heart.
Whether he was intoxicated or not, the things he said still hurt. He's probably been meaning to say them for a while and it took liquid courage to out it. I'm fine with not being in a relationship though. It gives me the time to focus on myself and doing better for me and my unborn.
The irrelevant are unnecessary and not beneficial. Exit stage left.
I made my way to my last class of the day--of the year. After I would clean out my locker, pick up my cap and gown, and bounce.
- - -
I had a big industrial garbage can next to me as I cleaned out my locker.
Health binder? Trash.
Literature? Bye.
AP Calc? Eh... bye.
I squatted down to get the little things from the bottom, one thing being the necklace he gave me for my birthday. Definitely going in the garbage.
"Damn 'dat's how you feel?" His voice scared the living shit out of me.
I exhaled deeply before standing up. I glared at him before going about my business.
"Okay, what I do? You ain't been answa'in' my calls, you been ignorin' a nigga. So please explain ta me what I did."
"It took you being drunk as hell to tell me how you really felt about me." I chuckled while shaking my head. "You don't want shit else to do with me, so be it August."
"Draya, what da' fuck you talkin' 'bout?"
"Last week, on Mel's birthday. You got mad because I wouldn't have sex with you and you showed your true colors. You started throwing my past in my face and saying all types of off the wall shit. If I knew it was just the liquor and drugs talking, I would've looked past it. But it wasn't, August. You meant everything you said and at this point I know I didn't mean shit."
He grabbed my hand to keep me from poking his chest anymore.
I was crying. I was breaking all over again. After days of crying myself to sleep at night. After countless times of pep talk to ready me for the moment I faced him. All gone to waste because here I was shattering for him again.
"Michele, I neva' meant none'a da' shit I said."
"That's bullshit, August! You don't even remember what happened!" I looked up into his glossed-over eyes. He looked sincere but I couldn't go back. I refuse to.
