Fifty Shades Of Us

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Chapter One

(Narrative P.O.V)

Breathing. Panting. Gasping for air. His heart beat impulsive, his heart damn near out his chest. Marcus's tongue barley in his mouth, as he runs his last lap. Struggling to keep first place, with second place approaching by the second. The crowd applauding endlessly. Nearly there he looks to the crowd for a split second, and sees Emma holding a sign, cheering for him, he assumed. He looks back ahead and sees the red ribbon stretched across the finish line. The corners of his lips curl in a smile, as he lifts his arms, and runs past the finish line.

Marcus finally comes to a stop, and his teammates come running to him. They tell him how good he did, but Marcus is zoned out. He only stares at Emma, who's cheering, and jumping up and down. Marcus starts to listen to the crowd, and their wilding out. He feels his hair get wet, then his whole body.

"I thought they only did that in football?!" Marcus laughs, referring to his teammates dumping Gadorade on top of him.

"This is a special occasion, and good job out on the track." Stephen, one of Marcus's close friends say, while walking up and giving Marcus a high five.

"Thanks, man. But, I'm going to head out. I'm tired and I've got classes tomorrow." Marcus yawns, and scratches the back of his neck. He waves to his teammates, before walking off around to the parking lot.

Turning the corner, he feels something bump into him. When he looks down, he sees Emma look up. She smiles and he looks into her green eyes, smiling back.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't looking when I turned the corner. You ok?" He scratches the back of his neck, and puts his arm slowly around her small waist.

"Yeah." She says just above a whisper, before clearing her throat. "Yeah, its cool. You alright?" She asks slightly louder.

They stand there for a moment, before people start to pass and stare. Marcus runs his hand through his brown hair, styled in a taper cut. He pulls Emma closer to him, with his right arm around her waist.

"Yeah. Well I'm -"

"Your Marcus. Yeah I know." She wraps her bone straight hair on one shoulder.

He laughs at her familiarity with him. "I know your Emma, so ha." He lets go of Emma, and takes a step back to admire her beautiful body.

She smiles, before one of her friends call her over. Emma grabs Marcus's hand, and writes something on it, before she turns and walks away. Marcus lifts his hand, and looks down at it. It reads a number, her number he assumed. A smile stays plastered acrossed his face as he walks to his car. He unlocks it on the keypad and gets in. He buckles his seat belt, before pulling off he puts in Future's new album Purple Reign, and changes it to Wicked.

Emma walks back to her friends, who are already making kissy faces, and fake moaning sounds. She waves them off and continues to walk to a food stand. They follow close behind her, continuing there childish behavior.

"Pipe down, nasty asses." She grins, grabbing a pop, then starts to walk to her car. "I'm heading home, guys." Emma calls after them, as she waves bye to her friends.

She unlocks her door and gets in her car. She buckles up, and turns the radio to 95.5.  She moves in her seat, as she thinks about Marcus. Emma was certain she'd need new panties when she got home.

As she pulled in front of her moms house her phone buzzed inside her purse. She picked up her purse and walked to the front door. Emma knocked, and her mom answered on the third knock.

Emma's moms look was stunning. Her hair was in a perfectly messy bun. Her outfit wasnt over or under done, it was just right. She had on her gold Jesus piece, a red Michael Kors watch and a Pandora bracket. She was wearing a short red spring dress with ruffels at the botten, with black MK  pumps. Even though her  mom didn't need it, she had red lipstick, mascara, eyeliner, and a little blush. Her mama always slay her outfits.