Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Chapter 3

"Okay class, my name is Mr. Lester, and welcome to English Literature," he tells us. Mr. Lester is in his early thirties, he has a pleasant smile, but he also seems a little timid. "In my class you will work hard. I know all of the little tricks so don't try me this year." he warns the class a knowing look. In this school, teachers should never show a sign of weakness or fear. If they do, well let's just say we'll have a new teacher before the school year is out. The first four periods goes by in a slow, agonizing, boring blur.

I've never been so happy to get to lunch before in my whole life. I get to see Ruth. Ruth is this sweet old lady that works in the cafeteria. I love her like the grandmother I've never had. "Hey Ruth," I greet her with a big, sweet smile. "Hey, sugar, hope you're having a great day at school." she says, and sneak two chocolate chip cookies on my tray. "Yes ma'am I am." I hear a couple of girls snickering behind me.

I really want to know what is so darn funny, but I don't want to make a big argument in front of Ruth, so I move along. I sit at the table where Sherese and Malachi are. They seem so lost in their own world before I sat down. "So, girl how you liking the school year so far?" Sherese asks. "It's boring like always." "Malachi how you holding up this year?" I ask.

He shrugs his shoulders. Malachi is usually quiet, and he always seems like he always has something on his mind. "Man, these people won't let me forget my past for nothing. They always be looking at me like I'm another stupid, poor black boy, that don't belong anywhere but on the streets or in prison." He seems to be getting a little angry. Sherese grabs his hand, and gives it a little squeeze.

"Oh, Malachi, you know that's not true. You have been doing so well, and I'm proud of you. I know you are going to make something of yourself. I have faith in you." They look each other in the eyes. Malachi seems to calm down a little bit. "Yeah, I know babe, I appreciate that." I smile to myself. These two are really a match made in heaven. Arod's table does a sudden loud laugh that catches my attention. He's surrounded by his basketball team, and the cheerleaders.

I can't help but feel a little jealous. He told me that I'm not ready to sit over there at his table, but he lets the school's tramps enjoy his company. What boy would turn down free sex? In this day of time, sex is something that everybody gotta to have, especially in high school. High school goes in a cycle. She had this boy, this boy had this girl, and this girl had this boy, and so on and so on. I don't want to be the girl that the boys talk about with their buddies. I don't ever want to hear a boy say,

"Yeah man, I done had her already. Or "I tapped that till the sun came up." I roll my eyes and look away from the table. Arod won't cheat on me. I know he won't. Why don't you just go over there and sit with him?" Sherese ask me, as if she read my mind.

I quickly shake my head. "No, I trust him enough. Plus Arod and I have the type of relationship where we don't have to be around each other every five minutes." Sherese is looking at me as if I told her a bunch of made up bull. Which I did.

"Okay fine." she says, say to dismiss the subject. I'm glad she did, I don't want her to know about the bad side of Arod. The one that yells, screams, and hits me. I look over at his table one more time, and this time our eyes meet. I give him a little smile, and he gives me a subtle head nod. I play over my food, all of the sudden I'm not very hungry.

"Hey, you guys I think I'm gonna leave out of here a little early." I announce and gather up my things. "Okay girl, I'll see you later." Sherese says. I dump my tray and hurry out of the cafeteria. On my way out I saw one of those cheerleaders girls flirting with Arod and it looked like he enjoyed it.

He didn't even try to stop her. What if I can't compete with these girls? They are throwing themselves out there to these boys, and these boys are happily accepting anything that is being thrown their way. They look way prettier than me, and they seem more experienced.

Biology class is the last class of the day, and I'm ready to go home. I've been waiting to see my baby, Arod all day. The person we are sitting next to is our lab partners for the rest of the year. I'm partners with this boy named Macarevhic.

Macarevhic and I have always been cool with each other. He seems a nice enough guy. He's cute. He is African American and Hispanic, long black hair, pulled into a pony tail. He's taller than me. He has light brown almond shape eyes, a nice smile, and a masculine body frame.

Macarevhic gives Arod a run for his money. He's a quiet dude, never really heard anything about him. Just silly old gossip that he was a drug dealer, and he used to be in a gang, and how his dad left him and his mom a couple of years ago.

It's just something that is so calm and peaceful about him. He looks up at me. "Can I help you?" he ask in a not to heavy Hispanic accent. He must think I'm some old weirdo that was staring at him. "Umm, no. I was just wondering what you was writing in that note book." "Oh, I write songs?" He was timid, a little nervous.

"Oh, you write songs, how nice. Do you sing too?" I ask him, wanting to keep the conversation going. I'm not sure why, but I'm enjoying talking to him. "Yeah, I play the guitar. Do you sing?" he asks, obliviously excited that I'm making conversation with him as well.

"A little. I like singing." I admit. "Oh I'm sure you have a beautiful voice." he says with a smile. That smile makes me blush a little. I'm not attracted to him am I? No, I mean Arod is the finest boy in school, and plus he's my boyfriend. But I can't help myself. Macarevhic is really cute. He's just so comforting. Before I could come up with another response, the last bell rings. I jump out of my seat.

"I'll see you around Macarevhic." I tell him. I speed walk to Arod's Tahoe. I see some senior groupies hovering around my man. Why won't theses tramps go on somewhere? Hello, he's taken. I brush past them, and I throw my arms around his neck. I plant a long kiss on him.

This should fix this little mess. When I'm done with my little show, I turn around and look at them. They have this little snobby, mean looks on their face. "Arod, come on we have to go." I tell him. He shrugs his shoulders at them and they storm off angrily. When Arod and I get into the truck, he seems a little mad.

"Ebony you can't block every girl from talking to me. You ain't my guard dog, dude. You need to get your mind right!" he fumes. That immediately made me feel guilty, and ashamed of myself.

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