Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Chapter 4 ( Macarevhic)

                                                                                                                                                                                                We actually had a conversation today. I've known Ebony for four years now. I was always quiet, and every time she used to talk to me, I would get nervous. She's so beautiful, and she's so nice. It's not girls like her around here anymore. Lots of girls want my attention, and they would do anything to get it. They just don't do it for me like Ebony does.

Plus, these girls are not my type. It would be wrong for me to string along another girl. I've noticed a change about Ebony this year. She seems more confident, and a little snobby, but when I talk to her she's the old Ebony. Maybe it's because she's dating Arod now. "Hey, Macarevhic," calls my friend Pocco. Pocco has been my best friend for seven years. We've been through a lot together. He's like the brother I've never had. "What's up man?" "You up in Ebony land again?" he asks joking. "Ha-ha. How would you know?" "Cause dude it was all in yo' face. This girl got your nose wide open."

I get a little shamed. Pocco was right. I'm in love with a girl that doesn't loves me. "Aye man, you need to let this crush on this Ebony girl go. All of these girls around here are ready and willing, if you catch my drift. They want to give it up to you my friend. It's like they're an all you can eat buffet." he playfully elbow me in the arm.

"Macarevhic baby!" yells the one voice I hate to hear. It belongs to Drita West. She's the head cheerleader, and she defiantly gets around. Now she got her eyes set on me. She tries to walk seductively over to me, but sexy just doesn't suit her.

Drita is not ugly. As a matter of fact she is quite beautiful. It's her actions, the way she talks, and how she carries herself, that makes her so ugly. She's obviously starved for male attention that she'll do anything to get it. When she reaches me, she gives me a flirty smile.

"Hey, Macarevhic, so you want to come over to my house and help me "study", my momma ain't gonna be home for a while." She looks at me up and down. "Umm, I can't. I got to get home and help my mama with something." I was lying, and I'm not good at lying. I hope she doesn't notice.

"Ugh, Macarevhic, how come ere' time I ask you to come to my house you always gotta help you momma with something'? Do you think I'm not good enough for you or something?" she pouts. I don't know who told her it was cute but they wrong for telling her that.

"Naw, it ain't like that, it's just I'm real busy at home, and I don't have a lot of free time. My life is stressful." She touches my cheek. "Well, see baby I can help relieve some of that stress. I guess that'll have to wait till next time. See ya around boo." she gives me a seductive smile and walks away. Switching her backside, and looking back to give me a little wave. "Man, Drita is on you hard man. If I was you I would KNOCK the dust off home girl!" exclaim Pocco.

"Naw man, it's just ain't me man. I'm sure she's finding some other dude to help her study. And plus she ain't got no dust to be knocked off. Almost all of the guys done had her already." Pocco shakes his head disapprovingly. "Is Ebony really worth all of this dude?" Pocco asks. "Yep she's worth it." I say honestly. "Pocco sighs, "You betta than me. All these girls are checking for you Macarevhic and you don't want any of them, all because of Ebony. I couldn't be you."

To tell the truth, I used to run with a gang, and I sold drugs. I had to make money since I ran my dad off. Actually I almost went to juvie, because I almost beat him to death one day. He had hit my mama one to many times. I was fourteen years old, and I was strong enough by then to fight him. My mom was panicking so she called the police. It was a big mess at the time. Anyway my dad left and he never returned even till this day. Selling drugs was quick, and it easy money. I liked buying whatever I wanted and helping pay some of the bills. Mama didn't approve of it and when I used to hand her money she would turn it down. So, I would secretly sneak money into her purse, car, or anywhere in her room.

Being part of a gang gave me something to be a part of; I was part of a brother hood. I was angry at the world, cause look at the life I was living. I wanted revenge, and I didn't know against who. It just that I always thought I would be stuck here all my life. Like I didn't deserve any better.

After a while I'd admitted it was fun, being feared and respected by everyone, but one day one of my friends got shot in the head, by a rival gang member. At that moment I wanted out. It took for me to see the bloody hole and the limp lifeless body of my friend to make me change. His poor mama, she was screaming and crying. He got shot outside his apartment building. I couldn't do anything but stand there and look.

The worst thing about it, they were after me. The person that was shooting missed me and hit my friend. I carried that guilt around for a long time. I still go and visit his grave from time to time. Since, God had spared my life, I told God I would be celibate for now on till I was married. I know it seems a little silly, but why not be celibate till I get married? In my opinion I don't want to jump from girl to girl. I had a lot of girls but I just used them to fill a void inside of me, and sleeping with lots of girls just didn't help it.

It's better to not treat girls like they are cheap one night stands. I think women should be treated better than that. I wish that women would understand that they deserve better than what they are getting today. Also, I want to live a good life, since my friend never got the chance to. I also got some money saved from when I use to sell, it ain't nothing much but it's enough to make me happy. I drop Pocco home and I head home. I look at my neighborhood as a place of inspiration. Yes, it looks poor, but I feel like it's this untapped talent and hope that surrounds it. Everybody may be like there's no hope in the world, but I see it. I think every person needs that one person that says you can do whatever you put your mind to.

I think that would help a lot of people around here. I pull up in the driveway. I look around my surroundings before going in the house. I see little kids running up and down the streets. Their mommas is yelling at them to get out the street before they get ran over.

A blue Cadillac with 24 inch rims, ride by, with an old Gucci Mane song bumping. I walk on inside the house. My nose is greeted with the smell of chicken quesadillas. My abuela and mama are both busy getting dinner finished. "Hola, abuela y mama" I greet.

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