I Wished You Loved Me

Chapter 2

"That's just the way it is. Things will never be the same. oh yeaaa" -Tupac

                 What in the hell am I doing. I had it all planned out until now, I have no place to sleep and I'm hungry as hell. I was thinking about going back home but then I realized that everything would've just been a waste of time.

                 I decided to stop at a park near Whitney young high school, seemed like a nice area compared to the project area I leaved in. I spotted a bench and decided to take a rest. Me taking a rest from walking all day turned into resting the whole damn night, and before I knew it I woke up with sun shining in my face.

"Damn, bright ass light." I said squinting

As I looked around I noticed a couple of people that were in the park staring at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck yall lookin' at, take a picture it'll last longer!"

I got up from the bench, grabbed my duffel bag and begin walking not even aware of where the hell I was going.

                 After a couple minutes of walking I spotted a fine ass guy walk out of a barbershop. I mean believe me yall when I tell yall he was fiiine, I aint lyin'. He was tall, had carmel skin, good looking and he had swag from top to bottom. I couldn't keep my eyes off him until he noticed me staring at him. He smiled and instead of walking to his car he began to walk toward me. I was low key nervous as hell and I wanted to just speed walk down the other street but it was too late.

"Wassup shorty." He said with a cocky smile

               Now yall might think I'm like every other project female and would let any nigga approach me like that, disrespectfully. Well you thought motherfuckin' wrong because Dymond don't get down like that so instead I said

"My name ain't 'shorty', I have a name and is that the best you can come up with when approaching a lady." I said that with a straight face.

"Aw, damn excuse me. My fault shor--- whats yo name?"

I looked at him for a minute debating on wether or not I should give him my real name.

"Dymond. What's yo name if you don't mind me asking?"

Before he replied he looked at me from head to toe and then said,

"Marcus. But everybody calls me Marc."

Its was a awkward ass silence then he finally decided to open up his mouth

"You don't live around here do you?"

"Why you say that?" I said

"Cause I never seen you around here."

"I live on the south side, I'm just over here visiting my aunt." I lied because I didn't want him all in my business. Besides if I told him the truth about me being homeless, he'd probably ditch my ass.

                   After a couple more minutes of talking the most embarrassing thing happened. My fucking stomach started bubbling and making these weird ass noises. I was hoping he didn't here it, but it must've been loud because Marcus laughed and said,

"Aye, you hungry. I can go take you to get something to eat if that's ok. And don't say no cause yo stomach is saying something different." He smiled.

                 I hesitated and thought for a moment. I don't even know who this man is, he can try da kidnap me or something. But he doesn't look like a kidnapper. But then again, I am hungry as hell and I don't got no money and no where to go so, what the hell. . .