I Didn't Know You Loved Me

Chapter 2

"Hey baby," Ty said hugging Malie. "Good morning Korei." He smiled at me.
"Hey Ty." I say, giving him a small smile.

Ty was a pretty nice and an attractive guy. He was about 6'2, lightskin with green eyes. He also had the "wavy boy" type of style with his curly hair that he kept in a cute bun with a fade.

He definitely was Malie's type, with her brow skin, septum peirced nose and edge style.

They were like the modle type of couple. The ones you see on instagram and go; relationship goals. Yeah, that was them.

Then there was his bestfriend.

Markyl.

"So you going to act like I'm not standing here, huh?"

I roll my eyes and turn around and look down the street, wishing that the bus would come around the corner.

"Look Markyl, I'm not in the mood to play with your dumb ass this morning." I say putting the palm of my hand to his face.

He steps in front of me, smiling.

"Why you got to be like that? I'm trying to be nice to yo mean ass."

He was trying to be everything but "nice" to me. I've know Markyl since the 3rd grade. Longer than Malie, and he hasn't been nice to me since the day we meet.

Markyl was a player in every way. He was the boy that talked to every girl that you know. He had reason though, if you had every girl all up in your face 24/7 you probably would be a player too.

Markyl was 6'2, with hazel eyes, and thick eyelashes. His brown skin was as smooth as chocolate, and his body was very nice. But his personality was trash.

"Leave me alone." I growl at him.

"Whatever, anyway, why do you continue to wear your hair like that everyday? I told you boys like a girl with better hairstyles. This one is getting kinda boring." He twisted one of my curls around his finger.

He made my skin crawl. He never had anything positive to say to me. If it's not about my hair, it's about me think I'm too smart. If it's not that is something else.

I don't even know why? I've never done anything to him. But he has always been the one messing with me. Like in the third grade, it was the second week of school and I had already been pretty much outcast from the rest of the kids.

I sat in the reading corner, and I read.

By myself.

And I was okay with that. But one day Markyl decided it would be funny to cut my ponytail while the teacher stepped out of the room. He got in a lot of trouble, of course. But every body hated me for telling the teacher. Like I was the one who had done the wrong.

But know, we where 17,and seniors in high school. Although it's not how it was when we were younger, but he still messed with me.

"Kyl man leave her alone." said Ty.

"I'm just making conversation." Markyl said walking away from me.

I roll my eyes once again, then take a deep breath because I finally see the bus coming up the street. And I know I will have a peace of mind, Markyl usually sits in the back of the bus with his, girls. And doesn't pay me any attention.

Thank God.