July 11th
It was a bet.
It was a bet.
It was a bet.
Those words roamed in my head all through he day. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I couldn't look at him, I swear I hated him.
A bet.
Who would bet him to do something so....fucking cruel!? Played with my fucking emotions. I still can't believe it. I'm still shocked, but I don't show it on my face. I didn't cry again after first period. I held a blank face. I couldn't even laugh at the shit I thought was funny.
It was lunch time, and I couldn't even eat. Aaliyah tried to make me, but I couldn't. Everyone was concerned about me, but I didn't care about anything. All I did was lay my head down on the table and drown myself in music.
How could I be so stupid? How could I not see him lying? How he just instantly broke up with her, and immediately tried to get with me? I swear I'm so dumb.
What am I gonna tell my mom and dad when they find out? How am I gonna tell Marshaun. That was the first boyfriend of mine that he liked, now he's gonna be mad as hell. I'm pretty sure he's not gonna like any of my other boyfriends.
I want to rain check on going rollerskating with Aaliyah, be we need to hang out again cause I miss her. After, I'm going to lock myself in my room and not come out for anyone. I'm missing school and everything. I just have Aaliyah send me my homework.
I guess I didn't hear the bell ring, when I looked up Aaliyah was pulling me up. I sighed, and started walking to class. I walked in, went to the back and sat down. I laid my head down on the desk and listened to my music.
I didn't give a fuck about the people next to me, the people in the class, or the teacher. Only thing I gave a fuck about was my broken heart, and I obviously couldn't fix that. So I ignored the world, so far it was working out. Until I felt a slap on my desk. I looked up with anger flashing through my eyes.
" Pay attention please. " My teacher said, looking down at me.
" Look, I don't give a fuck who you are. I usually have respect for my teachers. Don't smacking that damn ruler around fucking desks. If that hit me I would have decked you. No disrespect, just watch were you going with that ruler. And, I'm having a emotional breakdown so if you could be kind to leave me alone, I would appreciate it very much. " I said, then laid my head back.
It was the end of school, and I was walking out with Aaliyah. I walked to my car, and she went to hers. She was meeting my at my house, and we were gonna change into something else, then go.
I drove him, and the first thing I did was run to my room. I didn't want any of them to see what my face looked like. I went into my closet, and changed into an outift (Outfit in external) I turned around, and Aaliyah was in my room whistling. I cracked a smile, and shook me head.
" You ready? " She asked me, looking in the mirror.
I nodded my head, and we were walking out of my house to the rink.
When we got there, it was packed. I mean like, everybody was there. That means Chris is gonna be here, ughh. I can't do anything about that though. I just hope that he'll leave me alone.
I walk to the stand and got my shoe size. I walk over to the bench, and put on my shoes. I saw Aaliyah talking to this boy so I just left her alone. I started skating by myself, but almost every nigga and they brother was tryna get a dance from me. Since I'm 'single'.
Fuck, I just realized I'm single. I was just about to burst into tears, when I bumped into this niggas chest. I fell on the ground, ass hurting and all. Y'all bitches now a nigga chest do not feel like no wall, so quit saying that shit.
I looked up, and saw heaven right in front of my eyes. Okay, I know I just cussed yall out bout what I just said, but for real he was. Just mmmm, delicious. I guess I was staring too hard, because he was snapping his fingers in my face and everything.
" You okay ma? " He pulled me up, and held me until I could balance myself.
" Yeah, thank you. " I said, getting ready to skate off.
Now, dont get me wrong. He is FINE as fuck, but I'm no thinking about a relationship for a while. It's not just that Chris, well it is that and some more.
Maybe I don't need a relationship, they're always fucked up. Maybe I'm not doing something right, or all the niggas from this city, and state are just trifling. I don't know, but I think I'm going to stay single for a while.
" Wait up ma, chill. " He said, grabbing my arm.
I snatched my arm before turning to him, " What? And don't tell me to chill. You wouldn't be chill with the shit I'm going through. "
I guess I struck a nerve in him, because I saw a flash of anger in his eyes before he skated off. Shit, I don't give a fuck. I guess we made a little scene because, everyone was looking at us. I mean EVERYBODY.
" The fuck you looking at! You got a damn problem? " I said, turning in circles to see if somebody was gon try me.
They all went back to what they was doing, and Aaliyah came towards me. She shook the shit out of me before hugging me TOO tight.
" The fuck is wrong with you Aaliyah?! " I breathed, pulling out of her grasp.
" You don't know who the fuck that is!? " She said, looking at me like I lost my memory.
" Am I supposed to care who he is? "
" Yes! That's Tyrone, they say he's known for bodying niggas. He get's paid for it, it's what he does. He not scared to do anything to ANYBODY. "
" I'm supposed to be scared? "
" YES. "
" Well I'm not. "
" You should be. " He said, standing behind me.
I looked at him, with a blank expression. " You don't scare me. "
He shook his head laughing, and walked away. I personally didn't see what was funny.
Crazy ass nigga.
That's Tyrone in the MM
