EXCHANGE

Chapter 1

3 years ago

Michelle P.O.V

"Aye......aye....ayeee...Bruh, I know she hear me....excuse me girl!"

I sat in 6th period gym as the new boy constantly called for me. I'm not usually one to speak to new people, but he continuously tapped my shoulder and begged to know my name. I must admit, I was cute for a middle schooler. I had on black fitted pants, a white fitted t-shirt, gold necklace, and the black and white Jordan 11s. It wasn't much, but I wanted to keep it plain to start a new year. I didn't have the usual thick body, but I had a nice slim shape with a pretty face. My natural hair was curled all over, but slightly messy. I wasn't into weave like most of these girls.

"Excuse me. This my last time asking..What's yo name?"

I turned around to meet the face of the new boy. I turned my face up in an awkward look because he wasn't my type. His head was peanut shaped, his smile was okay, and he had on a black Nike jacket that was a little too big. I debated on telling him my name until my friend Fatima spoke first. "Hey! My name is Amy. This is Jessica."

I smiled at her as she used fake names for us. He smiled, which made me twist my face in disgust. I didn't generally mean to, but I couldn't help if I had mean bitch look syndrome. It isn't serious. It just describes how most girls don't intentionally look mean 99.9% of the time, but we do.

The new boy grabbed my hand and smiled even bigger as he looked at me. "My name La'Michael. But you can call me Mike, or Michael. Jessica, you know you beautiful?"

"Ha damn name ain't Jessica! Its Michelle fuck nigga!" A boy named Rashaad screamed out as everyone around us began to laugh, including me and Mike. Mike looked at me and nodded his head.

"Michelle..Okay. I gotchu."

The bell rang to signal it was time for our last class. Little did I know, that bell also signaled a new beginning of me and my first love.

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"Fuck you Mike! It's always me or her! Obviously you want her if you keep running back to her everytime we fucking argue! Fuck this shit. Ian finna keep crying over yo ass!"

11th grade was when Mike and I started having serious problems. Throughout high school, I was nervous about us going to different schools because of his ex, Mikaela. I didn't trust them. Every time Mike and I argued, he ran back to her and said fuck me. Then he would come apologizing, saying he didn't want me out of his life, and I would take him back because I couldn't help that I was in love with him.

Here we were, on the phone arguing AGAIN over his trust issues with me. He always thought I was cheating on him, which I wasn't. It was all him. Every time we argued, I figured that was his way of wanting to break up with me just to get back with Mikaela. He just didn't wanna break my heart and come straight out with it.

"Fuck ha baby. She aint nothing but a hoe. I want you. You my wife, my baby, the love of my life, my everything! I just don't trust you and that boy Nick. You already said you kissed his ass before!"

"Mike I told you it was a fucking PECK! I didn't even enjoy the kiss! It was nothing. I don't care about that boy. I love you and you know it!" I rolled my eyes because Mike was starting his accusations of me cheating again.

Nick was the star football player on our school's team. Of course I was crushing on him, and he was feeling me, but I made it clear that we were strictly friends. Michael always told me that he knew somebody from our school that would watch me and tell him everything that went on with me and Nick. That was creepy as hell, but I didn't care. I didn't have anything to hide. La'Michael was just insecure because he knew I was pretty, and a cheerleader. So whatever he saw in me, other boys did too.

"Michelle, baby you my world. I don't want you out my life. I don't see myself with nobody else. We gone get married, and you gone have all of my 22 kids."

I laughed at that part. He always claimed I would have his 22 kids. Truth is, I couldn't see myself having one at the moment. I was still a 16 year old virgin who hadn't even been fingered yet. Kids were the last thing on my mind. I wanted to give it up to Mike, but I never got to see him. Our relationship was built over the phone, which is why we couldn't believe we were still together. We were in love, and I couldn't see myself loving no one else, no matter how many times my older sister and cousin told me to let him go. I wanted Mike to fuck me and make love to me like no one else. I wanted to marry him and do everything with him, but at the rate we were going, I was skeptical of where our relationship was headed.

"Baby, I forgive you. But you can't keep accusing me of something you know nothing about. Me and Nick are strictly friends and he knows. You need to stop talking to Mikaela. If you don't love her like you say you don't, then leave her the fuck alone. This is the last time Mike. I love you." I argued to him as I spit out my Dubble Bubble since it had lost flavor after two minutes of chewing.

"I love you too baby. I promise this the last time. Goodnight." Of course I sighed to that because he said the same shit last time. I felt stupid, but I still loved him.

"Goodnight.." I snuggled into bed thinking of Mike and his lies. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I silently cried because of the hurt I constantly felt because of him. At the same time, I was afraid of losing him. I was young and confused. I mean, Mikaela was a beautiful girl, and I could see why he constantly saw interest in her. But he needed to make up his mind on who he wanted or I would make it up for him.

Mike's snores knocked me out of my thoughts. We fell asleep on the phone that night after one of our many arguments. And that wasn't the last one.

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