As I sat up in bed I looked around at all the posters I had in my room, all pictures of beautiful women doing beautiful things, but these models don't appeal to me at all... Beauty is inside and I know most of these models are gorgeous on the outside but they are snobby and cold heart-ed underneath all that makeup and cleavage. I wiped the tear running down my face away and clenched the anger I had deep down and brought it right back up.
I tried to make sense of the events in the last week but I couldn't, I had been with Adrian for four months I was falling hard for her not only on a mental and emotional level but physically, which never was the problem we had sex many times, I never even bothered her with it either it always just happened, but as I sat in this same spot on Friday with her arms around me and her head on my chest she looked up at me and flashed me the dirtiest look. I immediately sat up and asked her what was wrong she sighed and said "I'm so tired of this Corey." She twirled her short brown hair around her fingers, then she stood up and grabbed her purse off the dresser. She looked pale in the moonlight shining from my bedroom window and i wanted to stop her grab her and tell her how stupid she was acting but I said nothing just sat there in silence. She paused in the doorway and turned to me. "You see that's why we don't work you don't have guts you simply are a coward." Then she walked out on me.
I've been here since then only leaving my room to eat, or help my mom with the groceries. My time alone consisted of me staring at the walls, the posters, or listening to sad r&b songs about having your heart broken. My time was up though with only an hour left till I would have to finally get up and face my demons. School was quickly approaching and id have to deal with a bunch of people I didn't like or know and id once again have to see the girl I love only this time not by my side.
I slowly got up I decided id take a long shower so I sat under the water for forty five minutes letting the warm water fall onto my body. When I was done I sat in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I was tall enough that I could touch the ceiling, I had muscles from working on many roofing jobs with my uncle last summer the tough work, and carrying hundreds of pounds of shingles from one place to another toned my body and left me with a six pack and large biceps. I had real short black hair, that was close to a buzz cut but was just long enough to see my natural curliness. It went along with my skin tone which is a caramel color, in result of my mother being Latina and my dad being half white and half black. I thought for a moment and couldn't understand what Adrian really seen in me. I was seventeen with no car living in a crummy town house, have a mother on welfare and a dad that has long been passed. I'm not smart at all I struggle through schooling, and on top of that I'm dirt poor. I sighed trying to shake myself of the negative thoughts. I pulled on a pair of boxers and a pair of basketball shorts, and then threw on a wife beater for the hell of it. Well who was I really trying to impress honestly?
I heard my phone ring on the other side of the door and snatched it up and put it to my ear. "Hello?" "Yo tell mum that Stacy is driving me to school." a familiar voice sounded "alright later." I replied. Drew was my younger brother he was fifteen and rarely ever came home after he started hanging with Stacy a kid in his grade who always got in trouble and was the king of popularity. Drew shared that popularity being that they both were on the shitty football team.
As I left my room my mom looked up from the magazine she was reading on the couch. "Hey bud how you feeling today?" She smiled and stood up to face me. Her dark black hair was down, being that she probably just woke up, and she had bugs bunny pajamas on. "I'll be alright." I sighed. "It will be ok my baby." She kissed me on the forehead and slid off into the kitchen. "You hungry? Wheres your brother at?" She asked shuffling pots and pans around. I moved closer to the front door and put on the basketball shoes I bought with my first paycheck. "No ill get something later and Stacey is driving Drew to school." My mom popped her head out of the kitchen door. "You tell him he better be on the bus home." I nodded silently and opened the door to go "Are you going to be home for dinner?" She yelled out. I shrugged and made my way to the sidewalk where the bus usually picks me up.
