Miseducated (Short Story.)

Chapter 1.

"Don't think that this is over."

Tuesdai

"So your tellin' me you saw Rahmell Carter, THE Rahmell Carter." I rolled my eyes at my best friend Stacy. "Yes Stace, I saw him outside of the hotel me and Frank were at. He was lookin too fine. No lies." She laughed. "Girl, you lucky he your ex, cause I would've been all over him like butter on popcorn. Yass lawd." I rolled my eyes at my crazy best friend before taking a sip of my wine. "Whatever Stace." "So give me details hunny, what's that man lookin' like." I sat my wine glass down and leaned my arms over the arm of the sofa. "Well, the man was still just as gorgeous. Still had that thug appeal to him. This time it was mixed though, it was like he was on his business tip, but still had that thug in him that was so enticing. Girl, the man kissed my neck and I instantly got wet!" "You lying!" "Have I  ever lied to you?" She chuckled and took her last sip. "Girl, imma need you to see him again." "Why?" "Cause you know you miss that dick!" I burst out into laughter with her. See this is why Stacey is my day one. She keeps me laughing even when I don't want to. 

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"Daniel. You know what I'm about and you can't do this. You gotta wife and I'm not willing to get in a relationship. If you wanna still have sex you know how to find me." And with that I strutted out of the hotel room. Rule number one, never, and I mean never get attached to the niggas your playing. Always tell them what you want from them even if your not too open about it. Don't make them feel like you want a relationship when you know damn well you don't. Your pussy, your rules ladies. Those are the words I live by.  I made my way to the valet, handing him my ticket as he walked away to find my all white Benz. I tapped my foot as I scrolled down my Instagram timeline. "So we meet again huh?" I knew it was Rah, I could feel my whole body get numb. I knew it was a matter of time before I saw him again, I just wasn't hoping it would be this quick. "I guess so." He smiled at me showing off his bottom row full of gold. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he licked his lips and smiled. What has this man done to me! "So you gon gimmie that number or just stare at me all day?" "Don't flatter yourself so much Rah." "I ain't, I just know that look Tues. I know you regardless of how you feel bout me." 

"Well if you know me as much as you say you do, what's goin on through my mind?" "You wanna fuck me." I stood there astound. He really did know me. I nervously chuckled and looked around impatiently waiting for this damn valet to hurry up. He pulled me closer to him so I was now feeling his minty breath on my neck. "It's iight, I wanna fuck the shit outta you too." I blushed causing me to look down at my fingers. I could feel the vibration from his chuckle as he still held me close to his chest. "But I ain't boutta do all that. Let me get ya number though." "Lemme see ya phone." He passed me the IPhone 5s, unlocking it. I put in my number and released myself from his grip. "See you later Rah." "Later ma." 

I got into my car and screamed to the top of my lungs! Rah always had that type of hold on me. It's like he never missed a beat. Yes, I hate the nigga, but  I love his ass too. Most people will probably ask why I'm not with him if I still love him. Well, it's not that easy. The history we shared as a couple wasn't that great. Well for beginners, Rahmell was my best friend in high school, we ended up going to a party, getting very drunk and having sex. That's how we got pregnant with our son Quanell. At first we said we would just co-parent, but feelings started getting attached and after trying to fight those feelings away, we decided to be together. It was a great relationship, well until Quan died. He had a flesh eating disease when he was one, the doctors told us he would die, but he lived up until he was three. We thought they didn't know what they were talking about until I tried waking him up one morning. He wouldn't wake up. I kissed all over his face, usually he'd giggle, but he didn't. I picked him up, he still wouldn't wake, I shook him a bit, still nothing. I checked his pulse and he wasn't breathing. I panicked and called Rah, he took our son's lifeless body and laid him on the bed trying to do CPR on him as I called 911. It was too late. We were too late. 

Months after Quan died, Rahmell became distant, staying out at night, arguing with me just so he could leave. I started noticing this one unforgettable scent. It was a lavender scent. I knew the scent too well. It was my favorite cousin, Trinity's scent. She loved lavender. It was like her signature touch or some shit.  She ended up claiming to be pregnant with Rah's baby and that's how we broke up. I moved out of the house we shared and never looked back. He tried reaching out to me, but I wanted nothing to do with him.  I loved him, and he gave up when the times got rough. I never wanted to see his face ever again, but now he's back, trying to steal my heart once again. If only he knew that the nineteen year old girl is now a heartless twenty-three year old that doesn't believe in love, only in the chedda that she's now accustomed to. I don't have the time for love. I loved before and the people I loved left. They left me to fight for myself in this world. I know my son didn't intentionally mean to leave, but I can't ignore the sadness I feel when I think of him. Sometimes I wonder what he'd look like now. Would he look like me still, or would he get some of his daddy's looks? Would he still be a mama's boy or would he wanna run with the hustla's like his dad? Whose footsteps would he follow in? Would he make wise decisions or blame someone on his poor ones.?

Unknown: Meet me at our favorite spot.

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Me: Alright Rahmell.

Hi loves! Sooo this was just the official intro to Rahmell and Tuesdai. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. :) Leave me some comments and votes! 

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-Tushari